River's arm drops; her gaze, which was scanning the trees, cuts sharply to Galadan's face.
She doesn't nod, because she doesn't need to.
Galadan gets to take the lead in his own jurisdiction, for one thing; he knows the dangers and factors here far better, for another; his shields are loosened, for a third, and she comprehends. There's no need to force a fight that could be easily sidestepped.
She breathes in, turns her head (more slowly) towards Simon, and smiles at him, just a little. It's small, distracted but real, and meant to be reassuring. "Gonna be okay here," she says to him softly.
Milliways isn't, but -- well. Anyway.
"Call it a tactical rearrangement. Short-term. We can move."
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Date: 2012-02-27 06:00 pm (UTC)She doesn't nod, because she doesn't need to.
Galadan gets to take the lead in his own jurisdiction, for one thing; he knows the dangers and factors here far better, for another; his shields are loosened, for a third, and she comprehends. There's no need to force a fight that could be easily sidestepped.
She breathes in, turns her head (more slowly) towards Simon, and smiles at him, just a little. It's small, distracted but real, and meant to be reassuring. "Gonna be okay here," she says to him softly.
Milliways isn't, but -- well. Anyway.
"Call it a tactical rearrangement. Short-term. We can move."