Galadan's shields close; he's quiet again even to River, quieter than almost anyone ever is.
The space of a few slow breaths pass, all the same, before her hand drops away.
"You can feel the sun," she says softly, at length. If River has her own smile, it's only in her voice; a thread of warmth, a thread of compassion, and nothing at all of sardonic deflection.
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The space of a few slow breaths pass, all the same, before her hand drops away.
"You can feel the sun," she says softly, at length. If River has her own smile, it's only in her voice; a thread of warmth, a thread of compassion, and nothing at all of sardonic deflection.