"...Miss Whitmore, if I could be half as happy it'd be better than I deserve. I can't say they or, well, we, live an idle life right now, but..." River pauses. "Well. Point of fact I don't live any life right now, got killed by a damn pirate to get here, but more to the point they're a little busy, y'know? Maybe there'll be problems in peace that there aren't right now in war, but you can't live in the future any more than you can sail the dairy seas."

River stops a little shy of the inn and takes a deep breath, offering a hand out to Annabelle. "...There's nothing wrong with you if you're romantically inclined to women. That just happens. Anyone here gives you the faintest insult over it, let me know, I'll deliver them a pretty specific beating. This place is strange to me, and the gods of my people aren't here, and I don't understand the culture, but if that's part of it...if that's part of it I don't care how many people I've gotta fight until the rot is burnt out."