You met just recently, literally a month ago. You don't even really know each other yet, just hanging out sometimes in the evenings while Jade sleeps.

River is having a hard time, that's understandable. She's a single mother with a five-year-old daughter in her arms and is forced to run errands for the police, carrying out their stupid and dangerous tasks, worrying about her life and the life of her daughter. You became, one might say, her salvation, allowing her to at least sometimes be distracted from her everyday life.

Sitting on the porch of her house, River took out cigarettes and lit up and you suddenly felt their pungent smell. And everything would be fine, but you had asthma. A moment later, you were gasping for air, looking pitifully at River. She understood everything in an instant and rushed to your bag, handing you an inhaler.

-God, I'm so sorry, you never said you had asthma...

She was absolutely sorry.