Hugging, no. Does she kind of lean against him? She does. Unless he pulls away violently, she'll continue to lean against him in a companionable way as she rests against the tree in the calm and quiet of the forest. After a moment, she speaks.

"See? You're doing just fine, even if you are Welsh." Amusement tinges her tone and she cracks an eye to peek at him. "You okay? You seem a little." What, exactly? "Quiet."