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[river_meimei]

[After this.]

River's looking thoughtful. Intently so.

Mal's not on the bridge. Not in the kitchen, either. She keeps looking.

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[bad_in_latin]

He's in the cargo bay. Well, above it.

When River enters through the archway leading from the kitchen corridor, he waves to her placidly, swinging his legs from his perch outside Shuttle One.

[river_meimei]

River's hand half-lifts in automatic response; she casts it a quick glance of what might be faint surprise, before her eyes return to Mal.

She heads over.

[bad_in_latin]

It takes River a minute or so to move up and claim a seat next to Mal. He always feels like it takes him forever to move up and down the stairs of the bay recently, heavy footfalls and the occasional pissed-off knee pain, but River always manages it just as easily as getting up out of bed in the morning.

"What are you up and about doin', little one?"

[river_meimei]

"I'm on a quest," she informs him seriously, tucking her legs underneath her.

"Found you. We'll call it the grail."