Thirty-one. Clearly I deeply underestimated myself.

[ He chuckles and takes a bow when the last note rings out and the stone sinks. His wild smiles melts into something a little more fond when he pops back up again. ]

I guess I should have asked first, huh?

[ He really should have, just because he knows the being previously known as River can still be volatile, and upsetting her is not something he cares to do if he can avoid it. He’s been fond of her since they first met, and he’s glad that his little intrusion of her space has been welcome and looked upon as something positive rather than something meddlesome. Maybe he can’t have the old River back, but it’s nice to have these moments where he can still recognize her for who she used to be. ]

But you’re welcome. And thank you. I mean, what you made here-- [ He gestures vaguely to the falls. ] It's beautiful. I count myself lucky as hell to get to see it.