"Oh, of course not. Your deadly secret weakness to hugs shall die with me." She crossed her heart, before she made a face, "And I really hope that doesn't become literal any time soon." Because she would rather much not die, thank you.

She looks back at him, as his hand comes down on her shoulder. She smiles, covering his hand with her own, squeezing tightly, "Thank you, Herc. I admit, I feel better when we travel together."