She doesn't say anything for a minute. She has to process the idea that River deserved it, look at it, and discard it as false. And then she has to handle the thought that Tara thinks she did. And work out why. Ryja is... Well, she would be the first to admit she cheats a bit when it comes to understanding others. She's had to learn a lot, very fast.

Her voice comes out in the accent of the Viera, distinct and unlike her usual tone. "You used everyone. You used Erik, and River, and Sally, and more. You are trespasser not just to me, but to all. You slip through the gates with clever words that are mostly true, and a face you think is real enough." She swallows, shuts her eyes, and lets out a breath, slowly. "But you do not place yourself with them. You place yourself above them, beyond them. You are a clan of one, Tarantulas."

Now she turns to look at Dawn. To see her face, and let Dawn see hers, unmasked. "But a clan of one cannot raise a child." She tilts her head, slightly, ears mimicking the motion. "You cannot be trespasser to her, too."