River permits the silence rather than pressing on, massaging patiently. Ryja's warmth against hers in the water is pleasant, relaxing even; being pressed against the wall of the spring is...

No, not time for that thought. Give it a few minutes at least.

"Tell me about your goals," River murmurs into Ryja's ear. "What does Ryja Featherfist want?"

"I wanna have something to tell Annabel when I say I want to pursue you."