nonverbal | accepting

...!

"...Hello..!" Mona's initial shock morphs into something more pleasant, welcoming him, reveling in the physical contact.

...Even if his actions means that her papers she had strategically mapped out on the floor have now scattered uncontrollably. But no matter. She had been in the need for a break anyway, pulling her concentration from the eternally ill plant before her to the blond cyclone now atop her. At least she had already been sitting on the ground. Mona flashes him a warm smile before shuffling to retrieve at least some of her work into a neater pile.