For all he hadn't been taught particularly well what to do with girls who turned into women, particularly ones a person cared about deeply, and for all the tears and jolts of her emotions were still throwing him off slightly, and as little as he had lived a life full of positive physical contact...

...hugging her came completely naturally. She felt right being pulled in close, cwtched tight against himself with his own face buried slightly against her shoulder. "Not for years yet, Cywyllog. We've-- we've got time. Right... right now."