He releases his hold on her and pours a glass of the local mead that had been specially made for them. He hadn't touched it but decided now was a good time as any to do so. Pouring himself a small glass as well, he holds it up for a toast with River.

"We'll be fine. We always are." And he downs the amber liquid in two gulps before setting the glass back down. He's finding himself watching River with a bit of a frown before moving to look at the maps one last time.

"You should try and get some rest, River. There's not much we can do now."