[They'd not expected it. They'd not anticipated that sort of complete embrace, that folding of arms around their middle and the way her fingertips fist into the fabric of their cloak and the front of her face buries into their tunic and it is both startling and...new.]
[Is it warm?]
[...yes.]
[Yes.]
[It is a stirring of a warmth and of gratitude and uncertainty and a great concatenation of things to which they cannot think to put a name, so vibrant is the maelstrom and so unknown is the sensation, but it is enough that they might slowly, gently, rest one gloved hand to the back of her head in an awkward sort of pat.]
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[They'd not expected it. They'd not anticipated that sort of complete embrace, that folding of arms around their middle and the way her fingertips fist into the fabric of their cloak and the front of her face buries into their tunic and it is both startling and...new.]
[Is it warm?]
[...yes.]
[Yes.]
[It is a stirring of a warmth and of gratitude and uncertainty and a great concatenation of things to which they cannot think to put a name, so vibrant is the maelstrom and so unknown is the sensation, but it is enough that they might slowly, gently, rest one gloved hand to the back of her head in an awkward sort of pat.]
yes
it is