“They’re vitamin capsules, Pasmo… for the baby. Made them myself, after I realised things might turn pear-shaped.”
River holds the cup to his lips again, silently willing him to drink so she can bundle him off to the comfy little bed-chair in the corner.
Those pretty peridots meet her hazels though, and then, it’s all over.
“Hey there, pretty girl…” he says, taking the stone cup in hands shaking with exhaustion and tipping its contents down his throat, “… think I could… get a hand up? I fancy a quick walk before I get what’s coming to me.”