Her resistance was token at best; a tiny stiffening of her stance, a tension in her shoulders. But she didn't push him away, or curl in on herself, the way she might normally be expected to. The hug felt good. Safe. Real, which was more than could be said for a lot of what had happened since they'd arrived in the graveyard, between the parts that were fuzzy and indistinct and the parts that just sounded crazy when she said them out loud.
"... I think the bauble's broken" she said, eventually, her voice quiet and childish. "I made a wish, but it's still here. That means it didn't work, right?"