Raine was still. Silent. They made sure they don't move, but they allowed themself to relax more into the hug when Hunter does. They'd let him decide when he was done— after all, Raine worried that they'd cause him to feel rushed if they pulled away first.

So, the Bard decidedly leaned back against the tree, their eyes closed most oof the way as they quietly took in the smells, the sounds of people nearby. They gave Hunter's back a gentle rub, and enjoyed the moment of peace.