Rosethorn freezes at the question. She was, and yet she wasn't. It just isn't in her to offer that lightly, not to anyone. Her family, perhaps, Lark and the children, get a little more by way of affection from Rosethorn, but even they know just how many boundaries she draws around herself. Lark gently ignores many of them, immune.

Papyrus is hard to resist on any day. Today, she simply can't. Finally she nods and answers, "If you want one."

If Papyrus asks her for a hug, she'll wrap her arms around him right away. Rosethorn's hugs, on the rare occasions she gives them, are good ones. Comforting, sincere, and as long as the person she cares about needs them to be.