It was quite a hug. And a very different one from what she'd given Simon, though motivated by the same exact thing. River didn't cling to Hannibal, the way she'd clung to her brother; she melted into him. Her eyebrows were furrowed for the same reason, as with Simon-- the sense that something she cared for so much could be lost because of something accidental-- but she believed, far less, that such a thing would happen to Hannibal.
He brushed hair back from her face and that familiar tingle that went with his touches flared to life under her skin. River's cheeks colored very slightly, and she blinked large, dark eyes at the boy whose arms were around her.
"There was an accident, and Simon could have died," she said, voice very steady. "It rattled me very slightly."
She'd calculated the odds of a truck going through the side of the waffle house again. They were so very slim. Those dark eyes slid to the expression on Hannibal's face, and River's eyebrow rose.
"Thank you for the compliment," she said, smiling back.