River had a tendency to win, and pridefully wrapped her arms around her prize fighter and squeezed, meeting Tex's sharp eyes with her own. She could, and very often did, get vainly possessive -- especially when the object was York-shaped.
One hand remaining tightly wound around York's waist, River's fingers came up to curl behind his ear to touch lightly the place where Delta was inserted. She'd do it herself if necessary. If Church didn't leave the body soon.