Grinning and shaking her head in amusement, she sagged against him, turning so that her back rested against his chest. She slipped a hand back, feeling for one of his, and drew it up in front of her, holding it loosely so that he was not trapped.

Despite her insistence that 'hugs heal everything', she was not this cuddly with most people. But she'd been starved for the touch of someone she loved, and the soothing sensations that every little touch invoked were incredible to her.

For all of her mind games, dreams, and high ideals, she was just as enthralled by the solid world around her and the physical experiences of each moment. Given the arguments she'd made in the past, it was not something she tended to admit, but she was intent on making the most of it nonetheless.