"Time for a break," River whispers again, almost as if to herself.



She lifts her hand to his, delicate and almost hesitant, and her slim fingers brush against her brother's palm. She breathes out in a long sigh, and her eyes close. She looks old and young all at once, and weary, or she would if anyone were at the right angle to see; Simon probably isn't, with her head still leaning against his shoulder. Softly, "Gonna be okay, gē ge."