Everyone in the room paused as Hilda muttered those words. The girl felt her heart race with fear, her head swarming with lots of questions. How long did she have before she bled out and died? Should she check to make sure it was actually blood? Should she call Mum? Hilda brushed her hand through her blue hair as she thought of what to do.

"I'm going to…go to the bathroom." She concluded before she rushed out of the room in a hurry. The deerfox slipped out of the room with her, wanting to make sure she was going to be alright. Alfur and Raven were now left in the room by themselves, both exchanging worried glances.

"Do you think she's going to be okay?" Raven inquired, rubbing his black wing in distress. The small elf slowly shrugged, feeling completely helpless about the whole situation.

"Perhaps it was something she sat in? If it is blood…" Alfur shivered, not wanting to think of a gruesome outcome. The last thing he wanted was a dead Hilda, and the thought of Hilda losing blood definitely made him nauseous. He had to hold his forehead just to support it.

"Where would the blood even be coming from?" The black bird asked in puzzlement, eyes wide in wonder. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to know. The elf can feel his cheeks heat up in embarrassment, unsure if he wanted to know as well.

"Her…Her bottom, perhaps?" His voice increased in pitch in the slightest at the last bit. The poor thing just wanted to help his friend after all. Raven spread his wings and groaned in distress.

"This isn't good! If Hilda is bleeding from her butt then she needs to call Mum! She might know what to do!" He yelled out. Alfur hopped off of the table and onto his bird friend. It was an attempt to help calm the thunder bird, not wanting him to scare Hilda when she came back.

"Hush hush, she'll make it through. We will give just a little more time, when Mum is at her job. Sound good?" The elf proposes, a nervous smile on his face as he tries his very best not to follow up on the bird's fear. Both creatures looked over as the door creaked open. It revealed Hilda, face pale and appearing much more troubled than before. Twig lowered his head and ears, the pet feeling helpless as to what to do for his friend. Hilda lowered her head as well, gazing down at the carpet beneath her.

"It's blood. I don't know what to do." The girl states before she sighs again. Hilda rubbed her arm with the other, contemplating on whether to write out her will. What should she give away to Alfur? To Raven? She should give her favorite rock to David, and give her favorite stick to Frida. Mum will keep her drawing journal. Mum always loved her drawings…

"Hilda, call your Mum. She might be able to come home and help you." Raven suggested, adjusting the scarf around his neck. He witnessed as the girl took a deep breath, a determined look on her face.

"You're right, Raven. Mum might be able to help me with this. It's not that much blood, anyway." Hilda supposed. She walked towards the phone cord, and to her surprise, Alfur was there to hold the phone up for her. He appeared very nervous, but held the smile for his dear companion. It would do no good for them all to panic. Hilda picked up the phone and dialed the number of her Mother's side job, which she remembered by heart. Everyone in the room watched as Hilda held the phone to her ear, anxiously waiting for the adult to pick up.

Fortunately, there was an answer after three rings. Hilda was relieved to hear her Mother's voice.

"Hardware store. How may I help you?"

"Mum?! It's me. Something happened, and I need your help." The girl spoke quickly. The mother's voice instantly became uneasy.

"You didn't allow trolls into the house again…Did you?" Hilda cleared her throat.

"No, Mum. I'm bleeding. Bleeding from…down there." She whispered. There was a pause from the other side, and Hilda took a minute to look around herself. Raven and Alfur looked quite sick, and she guessed it was due to the conversation she was having.

"Oh my goodness, Hilda…" The Mother gasped out in astonishment. She shook her head, glad that the customers had slowed a bit in numbers.

"Don't panic. Ah, I wish I told you about this sooner…You're fine. It's just a cycle, Honey. I'll explain some more when I come home. There should be a box in the bathroom to help with the mess…Directions are in there, too. It's just a part of…growing up." The adult concludes. As Mum turns around, she saw that more people needed help in the store. She inaudibly sighs.

"I have to go, but like I said, it's normal. I'll be there as soon as I can. I love you." The girl tried to remember the things her Mother said before she replied.

"Okay, Mum. I love you too. Bye." Hilda hung up after that, a relieved sigh escaping her lips. She placed the telephone back on the charger. Raven walked up to the human, Alfur still on top of his head.

"Does that mean everything is okay, now? What did Mum say?" The thunder bird questioned, only going by Hilda's comforted appearance.

"She said it was normal to bleed from there, and it was a part of…growing up. Ugh, I'll be right back. I have to do something." The child stood up and walked out of the room, a hint of light frustration was visible in her eyes as she left her bedroom. The three of them sat and waited for their friend to return. Until then, Alfur leaned his body against Raven's feathery head.

"If you ask me, I don't think Hilda is fond of growing up. Do you think human boys go through the same thing?" He inquired. Raven's eyes moved just enough to look up at the small elf on his head, his expression blink as he was asked the question.

"I'd hope not. That sounds painful."

"It is painful." Hilda's voice muttered as she walked back into the room and closed her bedroom door. She had cleaning supplies with her, and she began to clean off the chair with a washcloth.

"Yikes. Is there medicine that you can take?" Alfur tries. Hilda shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm not sure, but it's okay. I'll wait until Mum comes home. It's not that bad, I think." When the child finished, she put the cleaning supplies on her dresser for the time being and sat at her desk. Raven flapped his wings and landed on the table, looking over at Hilda.

"Why don't we make some coco? I'm sure it will make you feel better." He states. Hilda gave a soft smile at his idea.

"That sounds like a great plan, Raven. I'll make hot chocolate for all of us." Hilda alleged as they all walked downstairs. It looked like she wouldn't have to write that will after all.