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[river_meimei]

You've got some time to think about what you want to do, Simon said.

And "Whatever you decide, meimei, it's going to be okay.

It's true. All of it. But sometimes that doesn't help a hard choice.

There's a good chance that that's why River's currently stretched out on one of the catwalks, her hand curled loosely against the cold metal grating, and staring at (or through) the cargo bay's far wall.

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[river_meimei]

River nods, a little, though she doesn't look up.

"It's a commute."

"Multidirectional surveillance."

She doesn't sound too doubtful. Very faintly uncertain, if that.

Unhappy, though... well.

[badinlatin]

At least Moiraine's back.


"When did you say you'd give Simon an answer?"

[river_meimei]

"Didn't."

Beat.

Softer, "Soon." The other is technically accurate, but this is truer.

[badinlatin]

"They probably would need to know sooner than later, shi a. Get you a big shiny room or some such."

[river_meimei]

River's silent.

She nods, after a moment, but it's belated; too small, too subdued, to be full agreement.

[badinlatin]

"'Course, if you stay, there's all sorts o' things you could do that the Doc wouldn't approve of."

[river_meimei]

River's glance at him is quick and a little surprised.

And, after a moment, there's the watery affection again. With a bit more amusement this time.

"You're a bad influence," she informs him. (From River, this is almost never criticism.)

[badinlatin]

"It's the popular theory."

[river_meimei]

"I know it." There's a ghost of her usual smugness there.

(Hidden in her room under a stack of letters from other Academy students is a note signed just Captain.

River has many factors to weigh.)