River's hands immediately move up, heels of her palms press against her closed eyelids as she tries to think around the smell and the Jayne and the everything. Pools and fish and death and flowers.

She shakes her head 'no,' careful to not move forward, keeping her eyes covered. It is, apparently, easier to breathe when she cannot see.

"Arbitrary measurement of time based on a rate of dosage is inherently flawed." A beat passes, she rubs her eyes and her head slumps forward. The fight's all drained out of her, now, and she's left tired and covered in flower-smell. "Not yesterday. Twice."

Yeah, it's been a while.