( Caught off-guard; itโs not what she was expecting at all. Astrid herself had sat down at the infirmary, gotten someone to transcribe her answers, then moved on and not thought of the questionnaire again. She hadnโt even named anyone in Riftwatch as an emergency contact; it was just her living family back at Wulfhold.
But Abellaโs a rifter. She doesnโt have family here.
( It looks like Abella might be about to cry again, but this time there's a smile.
Her relief is palpable, and she throws her arms around Astrid. Maybe all her gratitude can be shown in a hug, because words aren't easy when your breathing is shaky. )
( Astrid automatically eases into the embrace, arms around Abella in turn. The Avvar gives good hugs: sheโs a little on the skinny side but itโs solid, her arms strong as she crushes Abella to her, face briefly buried in her neck.
How long has it been since sheโs been hugged by someone? A while.
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( Caught off-guard; itโs not what she was expecting at all. Astrid herself had sat down at the infirmary, gotten someone to transcribe her answers, then moved on and not thought of the questionnaire again. She hadnโt even named anyone in Riftwatch as an emergency contact; it was just her living family back at Wulfhold.
But Abellaโs a rifter. She doesnโt have family here.
So the answer comes immediate, unhesitating: )
Selvsagt. Of course. Iโd be fucking honoured.
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Her relief is palpable, and she throws her arms around Astrid. Maybe all her gratitude can be shown in a hug, because words aren't easy when your breathing is shaky. )
Takk.
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How long has it been since sheโs been hugged by someone? A while.
Itโs nice. )