Her heart went out to River well before her mind could catch up, reaching out and sliding over the bed, the cards scattering beneath her as she drew River close. She didn't understand - or maybe was afraid to - but it didn't matter. She could see it, in the slump of her shoulders, in the gentle sway of her hair as it fell across her face.

In the warning tremble up her own spine as the words sank in. Like riddles that she could feel, even if she couldn't make sense of them.

Too many secrets, held tight against her chest. Tightening her ribs until it made it hard to breathe.

"You're safe here," She murmured, a quiet promise, in more than one meaning. "The past - is the past. It doesn't matter now."

She had to believe that, at least.