It feels so good to hold on to someone. She'd hugged people in their shared world, of course she had, but things are different now. Everything is different... but not all of it in a bad way. This is the very best kind of different.

Giving him one last squeeze, she loosens her hold and leans back, staying close but wanting to be able to look at him properly. She reaches up with her bare hand to gently touch the side of his face and says with an affectionate, grateful smile, "Thank you for trusting me."