[Yuuna squeezes back, the handwraps covering her work-worn palms rather well. And when she sees a flicker of confusion on Haruka's face, she does something else surprising. She pulls, hard, and steps forward to pull Haruka into a short, one armed warrior's hug. It's probably not what the blonde expected, anyway, but it's a show of trust for Yuuna. It may be a reminder, too, that she's better at reading people than she lets on.]

Thought so. She's good for you. [Yes, she worked that out.] And no I hadn't. Every time you and I hang out, it's been you, me, frogs, and sometimes my friends. It's like you're ashamed of me or something.

[Teasing!]