He is. Ginormous dummy, in fact. She will have to remind him of this multiple times and in many different languages.

There are another few minutes of stillness, of blessed quiet after what can most kindly be called screeching, and River twitches and tenses through them well enough before choking out another, "duì bu qǐ," as she tries to rearrange herself into less of a pile and more of a sister. A girl that sits and is sorry for being a pile of unhelpful and crazy.

Because obviously what these two need more of between them right now is guilt and apologies.