Fifth floor common room - Sunday evening

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There was a dead bird in her room. Somehow it had got in through the open window and then, when trying to get out, it had flown against the glass pane. Its neck had broken, and now it lay on the floor in front of the window, its unseeing eyes still half open. Those eyes had looked up at River, and she had slowly backed away. Berthold had remained silent and still under Buffy's bed, as if he too felt the presence of death in the room.

She couldn't stay there. Quickly tugging the corner of her duvet, River had pulled it of her bed and headed for the common room. There she had curled up on the couch, and pulled the duvet over her, almost covering her face. She lay completely still, working on getting the vacant stare of the dead bird out of her mind.

((ooc: I'm off to bed, so River won't interact. She'll just sleep on the couch))