[ The hug, even if it's one-armed, is met with delight. There's no hesitation as Hilda goes to return it, tucking her head neatly into the crook of Claire's shoulder. She had always been tactile, even with friends. Growing up in the sort of environment where words could mean nothing and everything at the same time, Hilda had always relied on touch to ensure that her intentions were known.

Claire's hug is a welcome one after all these weeks feeling unsteady like she's out at sea. The squeeze she gives her in return is equally grateful but perhaps for different reasons.

When she draws back she notes the concern and worry once again. A mother's job was never done, huh? She tries to inject some levity into her voice. ]

Hopefully that never happens to her then. But even if she did, I'm sure she can handle herself. After all, I'm sure she takes after you.