Even after Miranda, River sometimes still heard the voices in her head. Sometimes she still had the bad dreams, had the delusions.
She was still scared of the dark.
Not the darkness of space, or the dark corners of the ships. That darkness couldn't hurt her. No, she was scared of the darkness in her head, in her mind, swirling and twirling in her brain over and over-
but sometimes the dark things went away. Sometimes, she was okay. She was River and she was okay and she played jacks with Kaylee and let Inara braid her hair.
Sometimes the dark things she feared weren't so bad.