[He doesn't return the hug right away, going stiff from the contact. He'd been fighting for as long as he could remember before the Vatheon memories came rushing back and it takes him a long moment to recall just what friendly contact felt like.
After that moment he returns the hug, hiding his face in Darkleer's bulk and winding fingers in his shirt, clinging to that bright spot of familial affection he hadn't known he'd been missing until he remembered it.]
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After that moment he returns the hug, hiding his face in Darkleer's bulk and winding fingers in his shirt, clinging to that bright spot of familial affection he hadn't known he'd been missing until he remembered it.]