With the trees quieted, River thrusts her hands into the swamp muck and comes up with a handful of the bioluminescent moss that she holds to her chest, getting herself thoroughly filthy in the process. Wading up to the nearest section of tangled vine however, the thick knotted barrier loosens, then parts.

"You're like Jayne," she says eventually, looking up at Tazendra who is nearly two feet taller than River. "He's not afraid either, except for sometimes."