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[river_meimei]

[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.

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[wolflord_andain]

The wolf is outside tonight, too, and for all that River is healed, she still smells of blood.

He slips out of the forest on silent paws, body blurring to shadow as he approaches.

"River."

His voice is quiet, and very dry.

"You would appear to have been very busy, of late."