Kronii answers to your hug request, trying to maintain her cold and distant demeanor
Yet she's betrayed by her body. She visibly blushes and her face makes it clear that's she's both embarrassed and excited by it
Her arms adopt a defensive and flustered position
You approach, slowly, enjoying the visage of The Warden of Time in this maidenly demeanor
When embrace her you feel her heat, her breasts being squished between your torsos
Her increasing heartbeat, her floral shampoo
It's a hug that could be called home. Something you could never let go willingly
You and Kronii stay in this embraced state for a long time