The question hovered on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed it back. She already knew. Sometimes she thought she knew the Doctor better than they knew themselves.
It didn't change her own feelings, how deeply she'd been hurt by the choices her wife-then-husband had made. He'd taken away her choice. And he'd confined her to another prison, of a kind. When she'd spent so much of her life seeking freedom. That felt like a betrayal.
But now she's standing in front of her, and she's smiling. Damn her. River can't help smiling back, shaking her head before releasing her hand to wrap her arms around her
"It's good to see you, too. I've-" she hesitated, uncharacteristically anxious, her hands restless against the Doctor's lower back, "I've missed this. It's been a long time, Doctor."
Without you hangs in the air between them, unspoken.