River is strangely okay with the idea of sticking close to Simon for the next month. Or two months, or year. The Academy is here, and with that she's just dandy lacking miracles and keeping her brother.

She picks up on the complete and bothersome lack of worry and suspicion, oh brother dear, and more than anything is rutting frustrating.

"Yes!"

And she's pulling him, not at all playful, to move. It's time to move, to run and hide so they can live to bicker another day and the rooms in the Sanctuary are as good as any. He can hatch all the meds he wants, she won't even whine when time comes to take them, but right now they have to get safe.