Uncomfortable but great. Amazing and real. If the leather encasing her arms wasn't as well loved as it was it would creak and squeak under the pressure.
"Do I need to go Gandalf on you sister mine?" Peps moves away but not far, close enough to reach out and touch, close enough to know this wasn't a dream, and wishes. A foolish hope hanging off poisoned vines.
A shallow nod, a quick swallow. Eyes glassy, but not over filling, spilling and tumbling down.
"Yeah, it's been...a while." her hands move, fixing the jacket and throwing a lock of pink hair over her shoulder.
Another half laugh,
"It, it is. Yeah. I got some ink too." a moment, weight shifted, a sigh. "Since, um. The, that -" her fingers dancing up, and wave at the femhawk, "Looks good on you."