The Demere's were not huggers. She had certainly hugged her sister Faeryn before but not as compassionately as this. (They had a strained relationship). Her father had hugged her as a small child, but not once she'd grown up. Her mother never had. 

She let her legs drop to the ground and she turned toward him, accepting the hug. She embraced him back and let herself believe that it really would be okay. Somewhere along the line she'd stopped fearing what he was after and begun to trust him. Today especially, she was grateful for his presence in her life. Or her presence in his life, at least.