Eventually, breath by breath, she quiets. Pushing arms fall slack, sobs fade into wet and shakey sniffling. She looks around the little cubby hole they're in with tired, idle interest.

"He left," she says after a few minutes of just sitting, voice thin and sleepy. "Taken. Took."

River frowns with distaste at the walls, all cried out and limp from the whatever this was. "Entrance is easy. The staying is complex."