“My arms are in the right place,” she whispered. Wind is different from the rocks and trees. It touches them all the time, but it never stops moving. Sometimes, they don’t even feel her but she never goes away. “You can cry, now. I’ll never tell.” River held on, waiting, waiting so long while she felt it all. Pain and sadness, mixed with love, but the frequency was wrong and Inara needed to cry tears out to fix the balance. They wouldn’t really fix it, but the tears would help to wash the wounds a little, help to start putting things back so the river could flow and the sky would be clear and beautiful. She waited, arms around the older woman, as Inara’s inhalations began to grow frequent and shallow.
-- Over the Hills and Far Away - Ch 15 by Arcadia