The infirmary is Carlisle's to Edward; to River, now and always, it's Simon's.

She slips off the table in a quick, fluid motion. To a vampire this might be slow and clumsy, but by human standards it's the sort of grace that can only come unthinkingly. She hesitates a moment with her feet on the floorboards, waiting not for balance but for her bearings -- River's world will never look quite like anyone else's -- before she follows Edward.