[She lets him pull away, not minding the awkwardness of the movement. She lets go too, now that she feels a little reassured that he's still there.]
Oh. That's kinda sad--hugs're nice. Least I like them. [She folds her arms under the long frontpiece of her cloak. It's still February out.] You weren't out here all this time, were you?
QL!
Oh. That's kinda sad--hugs're nice. Least I like them. [She folds her arms under the long frontpiece of her cloak. It's still February out.] You weren't out here all this time, were you?