River blinked, a little taken aback—partly because, well, she somehow hadn't realized that his tongue was actually forked, though it only made sense.
Then she laughed, leaning after him slightly when he pulled. "It's alright," she tried to assure him, still giggling. "Trust me, I get it. I'd have been doing it myself if you weren't keeping my hands busy."
She reached up as though to cup his cheek, then caught herself and pulled her hand back, frowning. "Hang on, I've gotta—fuck, I hate hand wounds, bandaging is irritating enough as it is..."