River listened quietly, smiling that knowing smile, the one she imagined Wash smiling when he would talk about Zoe. Though it was certain Wash's words would be less elegant and more, well, Wash-like, but it was of the same make. Two people created for each other. Was that what it was like? To remember small, little quirks and habits. Daemon spoke of this Witch in the sense that she was all-powerful, one destined to balance his own world.

And yet what he focused on were cute facial expressions and for-your-own-good bullying. It had been so long, especially in light of recent ripped prides and broken selves, since she'd felt such a surge of light and happiness in a person. All at once mixed with a sadness because he wasn't with her; he didn't even know where she was. At that moment, River wished the world for the ability to read other world's, things beyond what lay on the scape of his mind.

"You are. But it's okay." River drew her legs up against her chest on the bench, seated facing Daemon like a child listening to some fantastic tale. "I like listening about you, about your world. About her." The images of his mind danced again, and River's smile grew. "I know I would've liked her too."