She wraps her arms around them, and, emboldened, they wrap around her--as much as they can, at least. Their stubby arms don't go far, and their Wings keep flat from swirling shyness.

Still, the Knight holds tightly as they dare, small claws gently tangling in fuzz, face pressing against her chest without thought of breath, since that isn't a concern.

They'll...be a little longer than appropriate before letting go.