Slowly, River looks towards him at his assurance, eyes gradually meeting his as she seeks them for validation. It’s near unheard of that River would doubt herself so openly, such feelings are often carefully masked beneath layers of confidence and innuendo. To expose herself this way now, shows both great trust in Methos, and the strength of her concern for her unborn child.

She smiles somewhat weakly at the joke he makes, letting him gather her back up in his arms, leaning her head to his temple.

“That would be good,” she answers, her voice soft. “Stability is good.” It’s something she never had, and something she longs her own child to know. “But travelling too. There’s so much out there, Methos. I can’t deny them that. It’s beautiful.” She smiles at him, feeling a little more reassured. Any child of hers would be a born traveller, but she still wants them to know security she never had.