ill-gotten righteousness
And who is he that should count sour fruit as a gain?
The slate is enormously powerful, and so unfairly so. To think of what absurdly capacious pockets one would have to have to replicate its ability to store nigh infinite quantities of goods, supplies and snacks...
Without it, one would have to be much more judicious about the items they choose to carry. They'd have to become quite comfortable with passing things up; with giving things up, all the time. With letting go.
Hilda begins to wonder if perhaps her name is the only truly precious thing Thief Girl has. If, regardless of its status as precious or not, it's the only thing she can truly call hers.
Well, then, of course she wouldn't want to share it. Of course she would be justly defensive. And of course Hilda wants to know it all the more.