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It was late last night when the heartsick group poring over astrogation charts disbanded to try to get some sleep. (Last night's dishes were still in the kitchen, piled on the counter. Food left for the hungry ghosts; the gates of hell are open for two months, the story goes, and the dead can wander. They're probably still there this morning.)
River stopped by Simon and Kaylee's room, sliding the door ajar and listening. But they were both asleep, and she didn't wake them.
It's morning now.
So she slides the door all the way open, and just stands there for a long moment, watching them sleep. The room is dim, but light spills in from the hallway, slanting across Kaylee's shoulder and Simon's face.
River stopped by Simon and Kaylee's room, sliding the door ajar and listening. But they were both asleep, and she didn't wake them.
It's morning now.
So she slides the door all the way open, and just stands there for a long moment, watching them sleep. The room is dim, but light spills in from the hallway, slanting across Kaylee's shoulder and Simon's face.