[Oh, hi Ian. She was mentally preparing herself for a hug, but not being crushed, and she lets out a quiet sound of complaint. After the last couple supremely shitty months she had at home though, she totally soaks the contact in, burying her face in his shoulder.]
I freaked you out, didn't I? I'm sorry.
[If he actually takes a look at her, it might become clear that she was home for more than just a few days. Her hair is long, halfway down her back, and there are a few new scars on her arms.]
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I freaked you out, didn't I? I'm sorry.
[If he actually takes a look at her, it might become clear that she was home for more than just a few days. Her hair is long, halfway down her back, and there are a few new scars on her arms.]