Hunter would really like to see his friends again. He has no idea what is waiting for them back home, and a part of him is afraid there may be no way back. But he holds on to the hope, however fragile, that they will make it back to the Boiling Isles someday.

He still has a loose hold on Raine's sleeve as he looks down at the offered hand. He thinks: Raine doesn't need to ask. He trusts them. He also thinks: it's really nice to be asked, to be given choices. It eases some of the uncertainty, the worry that he'll do something wrong or upset the other, to know what his options are, and that he can refuse any of them.

In this case, he nods. "I...would like a hug. Please."