River says nothing. Her breathing is deep and even, now, instead of panicky gasps, and her eyes drift closed and blink open slowly as she rests her head on her brother's shoulder. The mouse makes its way across her knee, and curls up in the palm of one hand; River shifts a fraction of an inch to make it more comfortable, and then both hands are motionless.
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Date: 2005-02-19 10:20 pm (UTC)