River’s face fills with a smile, happiness through her tears. It’s overwhelming, somewhat terrifying, but also so wonderful. She moves in closer to Methos, watching his expression, her hand coming up to hold the side of his face. She reads the emotions in his face, giving a gentle, breathless laugh at his words.

“Yes,” she whispers in response. Both of them facing something so incredible and impossible, but that was them through and through. “We’ll make this work. We will,” she promises. “If I stay here, or I visit or.. Or.. “ she fades out thinking, before she slowly looks back to him in realisation. “Come with me,” she says suddenly, and with such clarity. “Travel with me.”