[What follows is easily the most awkward feat of magic she's cared to accomplish; a sudden, instantaneous jump from her place in front of him to a foot or two higher, and hardly two paces forward. A very urgent opening and orienting of arms, enough to (less gently than hoped) catch his neck, and another moment to be certain her hold is secure.
Were she not so serious, this would be a quite comical hug. Her feet are hanging freely above ground. She still deciding what to say, and can't silently punctuate the gesture any farther - it's precarious enough as is.
So she'll hang there, just a minute. Needs it out of her system.]
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Were she not so serious, this would be a quite comical hug. Her feet are hanging freely above ground. She still deciding what to say, and can't silently punctuate the gesture any farther - it's precarious enough as is.
So she'll hang there, just a minute. Needs it out of her system.]
Are you okay?