[She does like it when he chooses to hug her of his own free will, and especially so when they're not in some state of crisis. This might actually be the first joyous hug they've shared, and there's a small, startled laugh from her before she returns it. He's still thin, but no longer does she feel like too tight a squeeze might break his ribs.]

This is the best gift you could have given me.

[A hug. Material things can be lost, taken, but she won't ever forget moments like these.]

You're very welcome, my love.

[She lets him go, not wanting to embarrass him in case someone wandered down onto the beach. Because she saw that he most definitely checked. He really is like a teenager, sometimes.]

I really do need to stop spoiling you with gifts. Had a bloody hell of a time figuring out something for today.

[Except she won't stop with the occasional gift of a coat or an embroidered shirt if she happens to see one he'd like.]