“Thank you, Oaken!” I gasped. I threw myself against him in a sideways, one-armed hug, not wanting to upend my bouquet. Oaken stiffened, and I could feel him looking over my head at Garrek for instructions on what to do. “It’s called a hug,” Garrek said. “You’re meant to do it back.” Oaken mirrored my pose, putting one arm around me and leaving the other dangling awkwardly at his side. He wasn’t currently holding his crutch, but he didn’t seem to understand that he was allowed to use both arms.
