River is not one to be told twice, not today; when Ned took her hand the transformation hinted at began in full, bark sloughing and changing in favor of new skin, the burn mark on her arm filling with moss until it, too, fell off, exposing a healing scar.

A squeeze to Ned's hand and they're off, running through the hallway until they reach the door outside and River starts to laugh, true and loud, leading the way back to Ned's bower.

"Found you," she teases; and clearly, not a moment too late.