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In a clear stretch of lawn outside Milliways' back door, three figures fade into sight.
One is River Tam, disheveled and only slightly blood-streaked, with guns on her hips and one arm looped around Galadan's waist.
The second is Mary Lennox, bearing several scrapes and scratches, a fading black eye, and a general air of scruffiness and stiffness.
And the third, of course, is Galadan who promptly collapses onto River's shoulder. (From the way River braces herself to catch his weight, she was expecting this. It's a good thing they're pretty much of a height.)
One is River Tam, disheveled and only slightly blood-streaked, with guns on her hips and one arm looped around Galadan's waist.
The second is Mary Lennox, bearing several scrapes and scratches, a fading black eye, and a general air of scruffiness and stiffness.
And the third, of course, is Galadan who promptly collapses onto River's shoulder. (From the way River braces herself to catch his weight, she was expecting this. It's a good thing they're pretty much of a height.)