Room 510, Sunday Morning
River was lying on her bed, making random lines on her sketch pad. If asked she'd probably claim there was some logic behind them, but to be honest there wasn't. Instead her thoughts were wandering to some of this week's events.
It had all started when Blair had thought about testing Berthold. For Blair it must have been perfectly innocent, and River knew well that he would never willingly harm anyone or anything. But wanting knowledge was a dangerous thing, maybe even more so if you believed it was all for a good cause. She had tried to explain it to Blair, but had lost her temper again.
Why was it that the things in people you liked was also why you didn't like them? Sweetness, innocence and curiosity could make her feel both safe and frightened at the same time.
River gently patted a Berthold tentacle that stroked her hair.
(ooc: open if you want)