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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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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.