"Oh no. You'll abandon me." River keeps pace with Meg fairly easily, continuing along in a tired, droning monotone. "What so ever shall I do?"

Eyrolling and, yes, sticking her tongue out again because River is afraid of certain things but Meg has yet to be added to the list. There's plenty of trees, definitely, though River can spot where there are swathes of burned trunks and ground, empty and black husks reaching towards the sky. She rolls her eyes at that too, the failed escape attempt that scrambled her brain just a bit more, enough to knock her off her unsteady balance again.

"What is the plan and the plot for lions, tigers, bears, oh my?" Is Meg going to just snap her fingers and make them go away or what?

Stranger things have happened.