Yasmin took a deep breath to clear her head, though her nerves still felt jumpy--and she felt damned sheepish now, realizing she'd just balked at something so basic, something most people knew from childhood--something she had known, too, as a child, but which felt like lifetimes ago. A simple hug, and yet it had felt to her like an attack.
But friendly hugs weren't really something people peddled around here. Oh, she'd hugged Agrian before--but she'd initiated. And that had been a long time ago. The only other times she'd been "hugged" were when folks grappled with her in a fight--or tried to pull her into shady corners. Or her old master. And that definitely hadn't been friendly, those times he had pinned her against a wall or embraced her from behind; kisses had followed, and touches that made her stomach twist.
In her experience, such contact was usually just followed by some form of violence. A means of capture and restraint.
She took another breath. "Not really."