[ Whether by time or quality alone, the hug is just enough to satisfy the conditions for the pink cloud to lift off of her hand. The wisp of glimmering, rosy energy disperses into wind like petals in spring, absolving her of the hug-curse... Not that she can tell at this point, since her arms are still snugly fastened around hi,, and she's holding on just in case.
The question does cause her to pause, however. As it is, he's the first to directly ask-- and she's been here a year! ]
Oh... is isn't too warm, is it, for this weather?
[ She begins to pull back from the hug, angling her head to glance up at him. ]
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The question does cause her to pause, however. As it is, he's the first to directly ask-- and she's been here a year! ]
Oh... is isn't too warm, is it, for this weather?
[ She begins to pull back from the hug, angling her head to glance up at him. ]