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Feb. 25th, 2008 11:24 pm[After this and this, and all that came before.]
An hour or so ago, River returned from Andrew's world. (With a hole in her arm, some other scrapes and bumps, and a whole hell of a lot fewer bullets than she left with. A lot of other beings' blood on her, too.)
She's been healed, now, thanks to Nita. Washed up -- her hair's still damp -- and changed into a clean sundress.
All the same, she's back at Milliways. And outside; she's barefoot, not dressed for the Scotland February, but it's an unseasonably warm night. Enough that she can borrow a heavy sweater from Bar and get away with at least a short trip out back.
Maybe she can't sleep.
She's walking slowly, arms wrapped loosely around herself, along the lakeshore. There's a wide flat rock in the distance; maybe that's her destination, or maybe her path is aimless.
An hour or so ago, River returned from Andrew's world. (With a hole in her arm, some other scrapes and bumps, and a whole hell of a lot fewer bullets than she left with. A lot of other beings' blood on her, too.)
She's been healed, now, thanks to Nita. Washed up -- her hair's still damp -- and changed into a clean sundress.
All the same, she's back at Milliways. And outside; she's barefoot, not dressed for the Scotland February, but it's an unseasonably warm night. Enough that she can borrow a heavy sweater from Bar and get away with at least a short trip out back.
Maybe she can't sleep.
She's walking slowly, arms wrapped loosely around herself, along the lakeshore. There's a wide flat rock in the distance; maybe that's her destination, or maybe her path is aimless.
