[ It's hard for her not to bury her face into him, at least for a moment, because the strong arms - well, they remind her of her adoptive father, of family, a touch awkwardly, and she's not sure now is the best time to even consider voicing that. Instead, she leans back, tilting her head up and smiling softly. ]
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It's alright, I don't mind. Twenty three.