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[river_meimei]

River's lying on the catwalk, staring at the far wall or the empty air. One hand is curled by her cheek, the back of her hand resting against the metal gridwork of the floor; her hair and her skirt spread out around her.

It's comfortable.

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[makesmeatease]

"Nĭ hăo, mèimei." Inara murmurs softly as she walks behind the girl, careful not to step on her. She comes to stand near River's feet, to lean against the railing of the catwalk, her thick hair falling over her shoulder.

[river_meimei]

River is silent for a few breaths.

Then: "I'm monitoring the ratio of the walls," she says, as if continuing a conversation they'd been having.

[makesmeatease]

"Have they changed?" Inara asks, glancing at the walls behind her and then the walls across the way. "No leaks into space, right?"

[river_meimei]

River makes a slight face, which Inara may or may not be able to see.

Soft, "Holdin' steady."

[makesmeatease]

Inara crouches down to sit next to River's feet, now. She dangles her legs over the edge of the catwalk, leaning against the railing. Thinks about a conversation she had here with Mal a while ago.

"She'll fly true." She murmurs. Stolen words from other members of the crew. "I know she'll continue to hold."

Inara's watching River carefully now.