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[river_meimei]

River is sitting on her bunk. She has a long piece of string, and is carefully making cat's cradles.

Subdued. But not quite so withdrawn as she has been.

There's a new -- well, old and well-worn, really -- poncho hanging on a hook in her closet.

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[simon_doctor]

"If I have to sedate you before we leave --"

[river_meimei]

She flinches, sudden hurt shifting quickly to more anger.

"You're trying to scare her. Won't do it. Think she'll be fooled."

[simon_doctor]

He opens his mouth to deny it, to threaten something worse, something bad enough to frighten her into crying off.

And stops.

(You're on your own. I will not come for you.)

[river_meimei]

She's still glowering up at him.

"Won't work."

[simon_doctor]

And of course it won't. Of course it won't. It didn't work when their father tried it, either.

Oh. Oh, Dad.

Simon's shoulders bow, and he slowly folds back down to sit beside her on the bed.

"There's no way I can talk you out of it. Is there."

[river_meimei]

She wilts, a little, against him.

"I promised."

No. He can't.

[simon_doctor]

His fear for her gives one last convulsive heave, and then lies still; not gone, but for the moment defeated.

Simon reaches out and gathers River into a hug.

"Be careful, meimei."

[river_meimei]

Her arms go around his neck, and she clings.

Just because she's determined doesn't mean she's not terrified.

[simon_doctor]

He rocks her, just slightly, back and forth.

"I'll be there."