It took Aurora one step and she was standing atop her chair, dragging a confused Rhaego into a hug. Arms thrown around his neck, she pulled him close, ducking to avoid his horns. He remained still for a moment, hands stuck at his sides, but she squeezed, willing comfort to flow from her tensed muscles into him. Eventually he burrowed into the curve of her shoulder, his strong arms slipping around her back.
