Mary hugged him hard, back. Grunting when she did even. She held on a little patting his back, or as good as she could. "Uh huh. Miss Fluff Fluff is real pretty. I has a present for you." She pointed down at her feet where the weaved flowers were. A circlet of the different flowers in the maze sat there. "I was looking for the prettiestest flowers, 'cause you're special. I'm sorry if you were scared."