Ryja nods, shaking, not even managing to stammer out a yes. It's just like before she left, before she discovered herself. Right back to being unable to say a word. There's so much anger in River's ... everything. Her scent, her breathing. Keeping it out of her voice doesn't work when Ryja's senses are hyper-sensitive from fear.

But she knows it's not at her. She just can't process that yet.