[ Perhaps de Rolos didn't hug, but Vox Machina has never been shy where physical affection for their found family is concerned. That is what Vex will tell herself later, to justify her actions. For now, however, she is merely gratified he does not try to pry himself free, that he does slowly hold her just as closely.

Her head turns, cheek rests against his coat, one tapered ear listening for his heartbeat; arms squeeze gently about his torso in response to his reassuring murmurs. ]

You died, Percy. I don't see how that can be "alright".

[and given her own experience with death.. She closes her eyes a moment, letting out a soft sigh, before straightening up a little. She does not break the embrace, but does look up at him intently, ignoring the sting of tears at the corner of her eyes]

I promise, we were..are going to do what we can to get you back. You know that we couldn't just.. Leave you.

I don't know how you're here. ['Alive'. her smile is watery, but at least makes a return] But it's so very good to see you, dear.