River was rubbing at her eyes, but settled on the edge of the bed, somehow small even in the cramped quarters allowed to them. She had a way of sinking back into the shadows, as if instinctively wanting to hide in them.

But there was no need to hide, here. Her eyes fell to the cards, the images springing up in blossoming fragments, dots of ink spreading on a page. So young, she'd been. They both had been. That had been before--

River bit her lip and said nothing, drawing her knees up to her chest and watching.