The hug lasts for an inordinate length of time. Not for lack of trying, but, really, now she's started, it's very difficult to make herself stop. It's weird, actually. Like, are these emotions? Probably. She thinks they might be, that someone did something this nice for her. It would be great if she had actual arms for hugging, because her legs are kind of...

Spindly?

Long?

Sharp? Difficult to keep away from Crowley's gorgeous dress?

The important thing is they're not really designed for hugs. So she lets go reluctantly. To save the dress, you understand.

"This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me," she types, entirely sincere in the moment. And also not entirely sure that's right, because everything's a bit hazy right now.