River stared at Donald for a few moments, trying to assess him amidst the barrage of other thoughts. Finally, she scooted forward a little. A mess of long, black curly and somewhat unkempt hair fell around her face. She sat there, shivering.
"Can't be at peace. The thoughts won't stop, even in sleep. But - at least it will be safer." River looked down with a scowl before reluctantly deciding she would try to tell Donald what was wrong. Never mind the fact that she usually wasn't understood when things were as bad as they were in her head. "When the powers won't stop - what happens? Not - not something that's supposed to happen. But can't make it stop. Stripped away pieces to make sure it can't stop."