Now it was no longer a choice for Morgan, and he wrapped his arms around River's slight shoulders. She was practically near tears, begging him for help, but in a language he couldn't possibly understand.
"It's alright, River. Don't worry, hun," he said, trying to soothe her. He wanted to think it would help, but she was so intelligent, probably far too smart to fall for his words. Much of what she was trying to say he didn't understand, but one thing was clear; Simon needed someone to lean on, and that person was supposed to be Morgan. It was what he had bought the boy out of slavery for, so that he could help.
"I'm going to talk to your brother, okay?" he asked, trying to figure out a way to make peace.