River stiffens for an instant, startled.
Omnia
And then she slumps against his shoulder, and lets herself be hugged. Her cheek is pressed against the tough brown cloth of his jacket; it smells of old tobacco, and horses, and leather. No gun oil.
mutantur
"Ka," she whispers. Her eyes are too bright, but the monosyllable's too short to sound choked.
nihil
"I know it."
interit
And then, softer, "Gonna be okay."