"Wait," Crowley grits harshly, as River twists beneath his arm like a wild animal, kicking and clawing at him in an effort to break free.

The sounds are -

he can shut his eyes, does - needs to, when River's hand slashes close - but he has no free hands, and there's no way, through the wet sounds, and the wolf's gurgling roar, and the crash of a fight, to block out

(hear no evil)
Wrenching River's arm back down to her side, he opens his eyes again, and when Galadan and - when the violence has tumbled itself far enough downstage:

"River," he snaps in her ear, and slaps her once, hard, across the face. "Listen to me."