[The hug is not unexpected, but he still pauses at the feeling of the miqo'te's arms around him, before returning the gesture a moment later. Keeping her close, he's quiet for a moment, breathing her in as well as he rests his face in her hair.]

Wouldn't you expect death to be peaceful?

[Something that could've been a bitter statement, but instead was only mild. It wasn't as though he were delighted with being dead, but it... wasn't terrible either. More importantly, perhaps, he didn't resent it.]

I'm getting used to it. Something that I suspect will take some time... 'tis an unfamiliar feeling, to wake up every day here and remember that it's over.