[Tammy leans into the hug, holds it for probably longer than she should. Longer than they need to. She can feel the softness of Rapunzel's short, choppy hair on her cheek and the heat of her arms, and it's the sweetest feeling. Sweeter, even, than being able to walk on her leg again.
When Rapunzel starts to pull back Tammy lets her go, trying to keep the flush from spreading too much over her cheeks.]
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When Rapunzel starts to pull back Tammy lets her go, trying to keep the flush from spreading too much over her cheeks.]
You free to help me celebrate?