[There's a moment where she freezes, doesn't even breathe, because she doesn't quite believe this is real. It seems more natural to assume this is some kind of dream, delusion even, when she honestly can't remember the last time Jasmine hugged her. Physical affection's been off the table for a long, long time, even before things fell apart.
But for as awkwardly as she lifts her arms to hug her little sister back, it all comes back to her naturally. She hugs Jasmine just as tightly, slowly stroking her hair down with a hand like she used to when they were kids. The way she would when her sister would wake her up at night because of a bad dream, as rare as that was. This was much worse than any simple nightmare, but like this, it's easy enough to think that's all it was.]
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But for as awkwardly as she lifts her arms to hug her little sister back, it all comes back to her naturally. She hugs Jasmine just as tightly, slowly stroking her hair down with a hand like she used to when they were kids. The way she would when her sister would wake her up at night because of a bad dream, as rare as that was. This was much worse than any simple nightmare, but like this, it's easy enough to think that's all it was.]