Uncovering his eyes hadn't been so much a conscious decision as a reflex, as he very much needs to look at things when he wants to understand them and frown at them most effectively. Also he'd thought at first that she maybe had a real reason for asking him not to look. Like a 'petrifying gaze' reason or a curse or something. The truth is more perplexing and not something he can understand as intuitively.
"Hm? Nevermind, it's just a saying." Someone missed the memo about get up time, looks like. Maybe he didn't put enough arm into his get up motions. "This isn't my dream, made from my memories. It's a telepathic construction..." he stops himself from continuing in that vein, with great effort and obvious regret. "It's a big dream thing, it doesn't belong to anyone, even if someone had to make it. Normal dreams are nice and private, single occupancy, like a bathtub. This is the municipal pool. You're in it but it's not yours, and you shouldn't think too much about what else might be in it, because you'll get grossed out." Yes, clearly she is immune to get up motions, this calls for more drastic measures. So he steps over and extends his hand to her, opening and shutting it a few times impatiently. "Up! Up! Up!" The owl, as the most socially ept being currently present, decides to weigh in. "He's trying to help you," Sraif clarifies, because that had really needed clarification. "Really." Because even if this Doctor is completely wronghanded at dealing with scared children, at the most basic level, which is currently also an owl, he will always want to help.
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"Hm? Nevermind, it's just a saying." Someone missed the memo about get up time, looks like. Maybe he didn't put enough arm into his get up motions. "This isn't my dream, made from my memories. It's a telepathic construction..." he stops himself from continuing in that vein, with great effort and obvious regret. "It's a big dream thing, it doesn't belong to anyone, even if someone had to make it. Normal dreams are nice and private, single occupancy, like a bathtub. This is the municipal pool. You're in it but it's not yours, and you shouldn't think too much about what else might be in it, because you'll get grossed out." Yes, clearly she is immune to get up motions, this calls for more drastic measures. So he steps over and extends his hand to her, opening and shutting it a few times impatiently. "Up! Up! Up!" The owl, as the most socially ept being currently present, decides to weigh in. "He's trying to help you," Sraif clarifies, because that had really needed clarification. "Really." Because even if this Doctor is completely wronghanded at dealing with scared children, at the most basic level, which is currently also an owl, he will always want to help.