River looked back at Mal, at his taut shoulders, his head dropped to stare at nothing in particular, and let her mind step delicately through his. Her eyes widened. Freya was right. It sat there, staring at her, pulsing like a burning heart cut through with pain. He was worried because he loved her. Not like Jayne, not with the passion of physical need, but as a father for a daughter, how he felt for Jesse.
-- Indigo - Part XV by Jane0904