[ Not really sure about the best, but Ilda is definitely a very expressive listener. She looks positively dismayed at the thought of X having lost everything, and distraught and angry at the villain who killed X's family.

Unfortunately, it doesn't occur to her that his flinching is related to her nicknaming him rather than his own emotions as he retells his life's story.

At that last bit, though, she can't resist squealing. ] Oh my goddess that is so-- [ And another squeal. ] You weren't kidding about a great romance! This is so... so... [ Not having the words to properly express how the story's tickling her insides, she just bounces on her seat and squeals some more. ]

... oops, that was too much. Okay. Sorry for interrupting! Please continue.