[Anne watches Riley-- not too carefully, but the way she was always watching people. You can predict plenty about a person just by watching them, if you pay enough attention, and Anna's made enough mistakes of not paying close enough attention before. Like with Stephen, in the Chapel-- She pushes that thought out of her mind, speaking gently as Riley shrinks in on herself.]

Poor choice of words. It's more than just me. [Anne's hand meets Riley's, almost the second she reaches out. There's no tightness or desperation to it-- she just simply slips her fingers through Riley's, patient (Anne of Cleves, being patient?) and gentle. Enough to let Riley know she's here.]

You have five adults rooting for you, and those are just the ones living in the penthouse. And so many young people, that I can't even count them!