Kindred were not huge touchers, as a rule. But Sam was kind of a rebel beyond her hair. She loved touched. She craved it, in fact. More than once, she'd embarrassed every member of her clan by throwing herself across a room to give Avery a big hug. He was as close as she came to family and she needed that.

All the same, she was a little surprised.

Just...not unpleasantly so.

She glanced down at his hand for a second, then looked up, forcing a smile. "Probably," she agreed. And she did mean it.