Raven leant into the hug, took Charles' hand and gave them both a squeeze. "It's just...too soon," she said with some hesitation in her voice, changing just enough of her hand that Charles could most likely feel the difference. Blue, smooth scales, then soft pink flesh again in a matter of seconds. She shrugged against him and just closed her eyes as she shook her hair out a little. Still blonde and still hiding, it did make their conversation seem a little bit useless but she didn't know how to explain that this wasn't about Charles at all, just her.
It was a weakness, she knew that, and Raven was loathe to think of herself as weak in any kind of way. So what if she had days where she couldn't look in a mirror, or weeks where she would avoid all physical contact. So what if she was only just learning to love a form she had spent God knows how long trying to rid herself of. Her problems with herself were major weaknesses, ones she was trying so hard to fix, and while she knew that Charles would be completely understanding about this she just couldn't find the words.
"Charles just, please?" She said finally, squeezing back and glancing over her shoulder to look back at him. "Please let this one go?" Raven closed her eyes and tipped her head back against him gently. "I can only be so 'mutant and proud' for so long in one day. I'm tapped out." She was joking, but there was a very real pleading tone to her voice.