It catches her off guard, but she finds her arms returning it, tightly wrapping around him. She has to breathe in, breathe out - the emotions rising in her are too much, too much, straining at the bars of her ribcage, and impulse has her bowing her head, burying it in his shoulder and shutting her eyes to just breathe him in.

It is the feeling of being wrapped in a heavy blanket after walking through the snow, hot drink in hand. The painful, warm tingling in fingertips as they remember how to be dexterous again. Comfort extended to the weary.