Oh! [Ankari is... not used to being reached out for and embraced. There is an awkward moment where he's obviously not quite sure where to put his hands, deciding that Tyler's mid and lower back is just fine. He returns the hug with a light squeeze, a chuckle softly beneath his breath escaping before he's assuring Tyler with breeziness]

O-o, of course, lad. I trust you'll tell me if I am not polite towards you. Or... if there is any human tradition I am unaware of as an elf, inform me straight away. [there is learning to do, he's sure, for both of them. They're differences aren't pushing Ankari away when they have much in common to find comfort in]