[The plushie gets put onto her bed with her giant pillow dog and a plush fish with weird trashy plastic wings that she's had for the last few days and I completely forgot to mention, it's fine. She'll nod as Hilda opens the closet for her, carefully rummaging for one of the extra hotel handtowels so she can wipe up her blade with a shaking hand.]

Mm-hmm. I'm... I'm okay, you know?

I'm sorry I wasn't here last night. I got stuck outside...

I didn't worry you or anything, did I?