His talk of candy brings a bemused smile to her tired face, though she soon realizes it's his way of expressing gratitude. And how did he know how much she likes sweet things? She certainly wasn't thinking about it. A lucky guess, perhaps, but now that he's going on about it she warms to the idea too. Besides, she's quite familiar with certain people's need to babble in the face of danger, so she listens gladly.
To be honest, the distraction is somewhat helpful to her too as the pain she's feeling through him gets worse. His shudder makes her tremble with exhaustion, a reaction she can't seem to stop entirely for some time. And the next surge of panic, more powerful than the ones before, force a small gasp from her throat as she struggles to resist the almost overwhelming urge to run. Curse her deeply rooted instinct for flight, as though she were a spooked beast of burden. In a physical expression of her own forced self-control, she draws her legs in close and entwines her fingers with his tightly, mirroring his taut bearing.
When she feels something large and soft brush against her shoulder, she lifts her head to watch his wings move behind them. She has no concept of beauty to apply to them, but she gets the clear impression that they're not just a part of his body, they're who he is, and through him she feels a profound sense of importance and attachment for them. Then his stream of words runs out, perhaps too weak to continue, and she turns back to look at him and pick up the conversation.
"I have been meaning to try every kind of sweets available, so your contribution will be greatly appreciated," she assures him with as much enthusiasm as she can muster through somewhat labored breaths. "When you bring them, you must come inside and let me show you my interior. I have..." She stops to lick dried lips and think on which rooms the Doctor likes to impress his companions with. "A swimming pool, and several libraries containing most of the literature ever written in my universe. There is a zeppelin hangar and a menagerie, with animals extinct on their own planets. A mountain range, a squash court..." She trails off, frowning vaguely as her concentration is dimmed by the weight of her tiredness. "No, no, I lost that one. Or will lose it? And where did I put the steeple chase? Entropy must have gotten to it..." While she speaks, she sinks against Gabriel's side more heavily, but her efforts to contain him are unfaltering. "Oh, you should see the hat wardrobe. My Doctor adores it. Spends hours trying them on. Amelia disapproves, of course."
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To be honest, the distraction is somewhat helpful to her too as the pain she's feeling through him gets worse. His shudder makes her tremble with exhaustion, a reaction she can't seem to stop entirely for some time. And the next surge of panic, more powerful than the ones before, force a small gasp from her throat as she struggles to resist the almost overwhelming urge to run. Curse her deeply rooted instinct for flight, as though she were a spooked beast of burden. In a physical expression of her own forced self-control, she draws her legs in close and entwines her fingers with his tightly, mirroring his taut bearing.
When she feels something large and soft brush against her shoulder, she lifts her head to watch his wings move behind them. She has no concept of beauty to apply to them, but she gets the clear impression that they're not just a part of his body, they're who he is, and through him she feels a profound sense of importance and attachment for them. Then his stream of words runs out, perhaps too weak to continue, and she turns back to look at him and pick up the conversation.
"I have been meaning to try every kind of sweets available, so your contribution will be greatly appreciated," she assures him with as much enthusiasm as she can muster through somewhat labored breaths. "When you bring them, you must come inside and let me show you my interior. I have..." She stops to lick dried lips and think on which rooms the Doctor likes to impress his companions with. "A swimming pool, and several libraries containing most of the literature ever written in my universe. There is a zeppelin hangar and a menagerie, with animals extinct on their own planets. A mountain range, a squash court..." She trails off, frowning vaguely as her concentration is dimmed by the weight of her tiredness. "No, no, I lost that one. Or will lose it? And where did I put the steeple chase? Entropy must have gotten to it..." While she speaks, she sinks against Gabriel's side more heavily, but her efforts to contain him are unfaltering. "Oh, you should see the hat wardrobe. My Doctor adores it. Spends hours trying them on. Amelia disapproves, of course."