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Thanks.

[She mumbles before grabbing a tissue and sneezing into it as she follows Nathan. She's not sure if it's just from finally being able to sit and relax and it's all in her head or if she really is feeling better, but she manages to keep mostly upright as she follows him, only having to grab him for support a few times.]

[ He's there to catch her when she needs to be caught, a source of steadiness, and even considers flying her up to the balcony briefly before deciding against it. They reach it, though, and he guides her into one of the small bedrooms, which is just a normal room with a door carved through from Comms (ergo no actual door, more an archway with a blanket hung over the open space). ]

Here. There's a bin there, if you need it. I'll fetch you the tea.

Edited 2014-03-05 02:11 (UTC)

[And Clara appreciates it even if she feels extremely embarrassed about it. Thankfully, he doesn't mention it and she doesn't get sick anywhere. She looks around the room from behind when she enters. It's cozy enough for her and she's extremely thankful for the bin.

She sneezes again and sits down on the bed with her tissues and adjusts the bin so it's closer to the edge of the bed.]

You really don't have to get me tea.

Rubbish, it's the least I can do.

[ He smiles, and steps back, hovering on the inside of the curtain door for a moment to look back at her. ]

Gotta look after you all so you can care for me in my old age, huh? And at the very least, you can get a cut of babysitting duty.

[She gives him a soft grin and nods before doubling over and heaving into the bin. Once the fit finishes, she wipes her running eyes and nose and nods.]

I definitely owe babysitting duty after this.

There's a cup by the sink, you can wash your face. [ Apologetically. ] I'll be back in a minute.

[ It's more like two, and the scent of lemon precedes him. ]

Thanks. [She shuffles over to the sink and does just that. It feels nice to wipe the sweat off and the dog danger out of her eyes. When Nathan comes back she's curled up on the bed, with her knees to her chest, looking like she's trying to pretend she's not as miserable as she feels.]

[ He comes over, carefully setting the tea on the shelf behind her head, then crouching down beside the bed, reaching a hand to settle on the back of hers. ]

Good enough to delude a pre-teen, but you're gonna have to do better with me. I talked about it, think maybe it's your turn.

[She looks at his hand over hers and then back up at him. She looks tired and just plan sick. She hates talking about her feelings but Nathan's right. He talked and now she has to match that.]

I just... miss the Doctor. Never really had a friend like him before. Before, I met him, I wanted to travel but I just couldn't get myself to go. Always had an excuse as to why I couldn't. I was scared to not have control. But he came and took me away and I've never really been anywhere madcap without him. And don't get me wrong, I'm managing. It just feels a bit... empty.

Managing isn't the same as thriving.

[ He stays close. He does have one advantage over the Doctor - he's much more empathic. 1200 years old, you'd have thought he'd had time to work out what feelings were. But he could tell when they'd talked about the Doctor earlier that it wasn't just an empty fancy: she really missed him. He thought about what it was like to be alone her, for more than the three weeks he'd gone without seeing his own sibling, to be cut off from one's own universe entirely, with nothing familiar in sight. ]

You went on a lot of adventures together, and going on this one alone isn't really what you had in mind.

Yeah. I suppose not.

[She lets her head drop against Nathan's shoulder. She'll feel embarrassed about it later but for now, she's happy to have him close and happy to know him. If there was something she needed after months on the ship it was a friend. Especially a friend with puppies.]

[ He'll stay until his legs start to ache from the stupid position he's crouched in, tilting his chin in so that it touches the back of her head. ]

How did you meet him? Your madcap adventurer?

SIt down. I won't sneeze on you, promise.

[She grins softly and shifts on the bed so he can at least sit down, taking the opportunity to blow her nose, before dropping her head back onto his shoulder.]

He came to my doorstep and told me to come with him. I slammed the door in his face.

Well if you promise I guess I'll have to believe you.

[ But he moves himself into a better position for stories, dropping his head against the shelf and making room for her to settle in beside him. ]

Rude. Him, not you.

[She grins at the comment from behind a tissue before she replies.]

He is rude. Really rude. And weird. And so at first I said no. But then I got wrapped up in a whole "aliens take over London" thing and so after that when he asked me again, I told him to come back tomorrow. And he did.

Aliens taking over London? And you looked at me weird when I said supervillains. The little green men kind?

No.

It was more like a huge living data cloud. Not that it sounds much better.

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