"Amy, you know how much she wants to get into that Luna college. Just let her study a little bit longer before you go all Mamma bear." Rory tried to argue the same time he quickens his pace to try to better keep up with Amy's longer strides back up the walk towards the darkened windows of their house.
River had insisted on house sitting for them for the night to let her parents "have a fun night out for once" but her teasing wink had both Rory and Amy rolling their eyes as a tired-looking River playfully pushed them both out into the late afternoon.
"I'm not letting my little girl wear herself out like this. The not eating, not sleeping it's not healthy." But before Rory could speak Amy gives a challenging "When was the last time you saw her eat a real meal in the last-" she pauses thinking it over before speaking again "three days." She finishes now standing with her key hovering over the lock of their cobalt blue front door.
"Alright, your right we should check on her." Rory agrees
What the couple hadn't been expecting was to find River snoring softly on the sofa the coffee table still cluttered with books and half-written papers but also an empty bowl they guessed had been filled with soup at some point and a crumb scattered plate.
"Who's that?" Rory asks looking at the blonde-headed woman curled in the chair one of the two sleeping women had drug closer to the arm of the sofa.
"One of her professors?" Amy questions in a low whisper until she noticed the way River's hand curled back just brushing the slipping fingers of the other woman's hand against the arm of the couch.
"Were they holding hands at one point?" Rory whispers in honest wonder.
Amy shrugs her shoulders in quiet answer quietly wishing she had a little lighter so she could get a better look at just who her little girl had felt so comfortable with to not only let her into the Pond home but also to fall asleep holding hands with this apparent stranger.
"Amy," Rory whispered from the direction of the desk. A small square of what looked to be paper pinched between his fingers.
The Doctors pad of psychic paper.
They both recognized Rivers neat handwritten in the first "have the house to myself tonight. Mind coming by and playing teacher? This paper is due in the morning." Message yet the answering one was in a hand neither Amy nor Rory knew for the Doctors.
"You're working yourself too hard again, sweetie. I'm on my way."
The blonde folded in the chair shifted uneasily in her sleep her searching fingers tightening around River's still held one. The movement seemed to soothe some of her unease but not all as she shivered from the chill but didn't wake up.
"Hand me that blanket yeah?" Amy asks already holding out her hand when she noticed the closest blanket had already been used to cover the Pond's finally resting daughter. The long coat that might once have been used as a stand-in blanket having been lost to the floor.
A soft thump of a small book fell to the floor when the asked for the blanket was tugged up.
A far too familiar blue cover stared up at them from what they could see from the streetlight outside the den window.
"You don't think?" Rory asks in a low whisper looking from the book to the yet to take up blonde folded in his favored chair.
"Even the Raggadyman has his limits," Amy says sadly but even Rory could see she was having her doubts as she shook out the covering over the shorter-haired blonde.
"Let's let them sleep and figure it out later." Rory decides holding out his hand towards his wife "besides you ran out before we could order dessert and I think we still have that pint in the freezer." The roman reminds.
"I love you Rory Williams" Amy murmurs pulling her blushing husband close enough to kiss.
