"I have! I am!" Tarantulas immediately pulls her into a tight hug, his arms and all eight of his alt-mode's legs wrapping around her at once. The wider social implications of the fact that he's resting his head on her breasts like a shelf are lost on him, at least for the moment, but there's one thing that is not: "You're so warm," he gasps, delighted. "Are you feeling better as well, dearest?" He grins up at her, yellow eyes sparkling.