Not just touching, her arms were wrapped around him in such a manner that wriggling free would have been so rude Hedylogos wouldn't have tried to do it even if he wanted to. And he didn't want to. Philotes was soft and warm, and kind... and someone touching him -more than just a pat of the hand, that wasn't a brother or sister... or his parents. The realization of which made him warm as well, warmer than just his cheeks had been. All of him was getting warm.
“Hedylogos,” he replied quietly, not looking at her. He was to busy trying to keep his mind off the fact that she was so soft and holding onto him. “I know who you are... you... your name... your face, your voice. I've seen you with the others.” He breathed in deeply a couple times, but was still so incredibly warm.
With the last deep breath, surprise struck him as his eyes shifted toward her for a moment, “I did not know that you smelled like the first break of rain on a summer's afternoon.” In an instant his face turned bright red and he shifted his gaze away.