An unconscious hand moved to lift and brush at Hnossa's cheek as well, almost cupping it as she finished looking at this new form her daughter was in. He was a delicate specimen, perhaps not unholy built for her daughter. Freya wondered for a moment if perhaps it was Hnossa's influence that caused such a thing, but regardless it did not matter.
Instead, she was happy for the affections and the tight hug they both encouraged. Again it never crossed her mind that Phoebe's parents--if they returned--would think the picture odd. Perhaps now even more so for the young man rather then the young woman that should have been standing there.
The compliment was appreciated and Freya, upon receiving the kiss, stepped back gently and moved both her hands to gently cup the sides of Hnossa's jaw with her fingertips, as if giving her a critical look over. After a moment of silence, she laughed lightly and smiled wide. "While you are not the effeminate daughter I remember, you are a beauty all of your own." Leaning in she pressed a kiss to her forehead and smiled. "Who is J-S?"