When Church went down to pick him up, River was close enough -- enough to lean in and whisper a quiet, "...Thank you."
And then she moved aside, allowing Church to move in and lift up York. She was strangely silent, an exhausted vessel that sidled up to Tex and slipped her hand into the other woman's. She held on lightly, but with an almost childlike desperation. River wasn't about to beg or plead. She just wanted someone close to her -- to hold on to someone. Tex seemed the best option.