Just because she’s free to go doesn’t mean she wants to.

The hug is awkward for the briefest second, but then she feels relaxed. Probably the least frazzled she’s felt in who knows how long. It like a David hug, and she knows she can’t get any of those anymore. So she just sort-of stays there a bit longer than he’d expect her to.

“Thank you,” she mumbles, once she lets go and takes a step or two away.