[The rain had been somewhat off-putting, but the thought that there was knowledge about Lorule open to anyone who wished to see it was even moreso. And therefore keeping it in pristine and away from others was her... duty. It was necessary to ensure the land's safety, should one ever find themselves there and seek to take the damaged kingdom.

Which is why Hilda is carrying books pertaining to her home, as few as they are, in one arm when she meets the owl outside. Her other hand carries her golden staff. Habits can't be changed. Even for rain.

... Her heart kind of goes out to him. How unfortunate it was to have a duty, and yet not be able to do it. The thought itself scares her.]

Pardon me, but do you plan to stay out here until you're let in? It's a shame to see someone such as yourself, someone whose duty pertains to this place and its safekeeping, sitting out in the rain.

[Hilda herself didn't see what the whole deal was. It wasn't so farfetched to think that a spirit of knowledge would want to inhabit a library, though all the spirits in her world were of a bad nature. A duty was a duty - especially if born into it.]