Gods be damned is River going to start crying again -

No! No. No. She shakes in a breath, her body stilling, slowly. Her eyes on Annabel's eyes, the light pressure on her chin all-consuming.

"...I'm ashamed of me sometimes," she admits in a whisper. "You haven't failed me. Not here in your home when I didn't call ahead or anything..." Deeper breath. Steadier. River's eyes close. "Hand in hand. And I'll make the cheeky bastards that call themselves my students forge our hoes for planting season too."