River smiles softly as she feels his hand settle at her middle, her own lifting and resting over his. She looks towards him, watching his expression as he talks, a soft look in her eye.

She then laughs at his words, somewhat modestly glancing to her lap. "You might be right," she agrees, stroking her fingers over the back of his hand. "But I do hope they have a better life than what I had." Being born to be a murderer hadn't been a good start. River intends for her own child to never go through what she did, and for herself never to suffer what her parents did.