[Rather than give him time to overthink it, Venat releases his hand, steps forward, and draws him into a hug.]
[Venat is not good at hugs. Millennia of isolation to be sure, but even before that, her people were not very big on interpersonal contact in the slightest -- as one might expect from a society where everyone wore robes and masks to diminish their individualism. So her arms are somewhat awkwardly placed, her robes are in the way, and her mask is poking him in the chest.]
[But for warmth, and care, and a terrific strength holding him firmly but not painfully, one couldn't ask for much more.]
I am sorry that happened to you. I can imagine how much it must have hurt.
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[Venat is not good at hugs. Millennia of isolation to be sure, but even before that, her people were not very big on interpersonal contact in the slightest -- as one might expect from a society where everyone wore robes and masks to diminish their individualism. So her arms are somewhat awkwardly placed, her robes are in the way, and her mask is poking him in the chest.]
[But for warmth, and care, and a terrific strength holding him firmly but not painfully, one couldn't ask for much more.]
I am sorry that happened to you. I can imagine how much it must have hurt.