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His words and his chuckle reverberating through the corridors reach through her and twist, hooking on her incomprehensible caring for him and trying to yank it out to the surface no matter what she herself wants, like a baited fish struggling futilely against the angler's line. She tries to stop this, shutting her eyes harshly so it doesn't get revealed in her gaze, forgetting to breathe in her focus, fingers rubbing comfortingly, compulsively, over the top of her toy radio.

She is perfectly aware of what that means, after all; she doesn't begrudge the TARDIS her choice to trap her in a loop with him - it keeps him both contained and safe, busy and separate from the rest, in such a way that he lacks opportunities to harm himself much and most of the others any. (She doesn't really count herself in the ones capable of being hurt, but she does worry about him turning against the TARDIS, or pushing himself too far, not that there's anything she can do to actually help.)

She can taste him getting nearer to her, so the cracking of his fingers and his voice much closer to her doesn't surprise her, even with her eyes stubbornly shut. She needs to explain, suddenly, about trust and expectations and how she's not holding any delusions about the nature of things, about knowing her wants to be impossible, doomed dreams, but she chokes it all down, because he told her to be quiet, and it's not like she can bring herself to do anything else to help him - she's not going to harm the TARDIS, now, is she. The least she can do is shut up.

...the sound of a cat launching herself onto the Cat Master startles her enough so that her eyes flash open, her sight being met with him trying to juggle an armful of happy feline and a handful of roundel. Her lips twitch at the picture he makes, and she sighs.

"Hello, Demeter! Oh, you're so beautiful, yes, you are, yes, you are!" She can't help but coo at the cat, the tension that had been coiling inside her loosening and leaving just the nauseating, pleasant cocktail of worry, contentment, pride and horror to swirl inside her like a little whirlpool.

She steals a glance at him, then extends a hand to be given the roundel, wanting both to help him with his current predicament of balancing the cat and its weight and return it to the TARDIS post-haste.

She's secretly glad when he stops practically marching through the TARDIS'S corridors, stopping along with him and watching him lean on a wall and exhale from the corner of her eye - she is, after all, still quite worried about his health, and not getting the feeling that he'd be gentle with himself and accept his limitations because of his wounds, so she's very afraid he's liable to make his state worse.

...all her thoughts scatter like scared pigeons after a cat lunges at their midst when he asks her if this is a ruse in that tone, frustrated but somehow amused, his voice quieter than usual, though. She isn't sure what to even say in response to that, so she says nothing, just stares at him directly and very, very slowly blinks exaggeratedly back at him, her left hand going straight to the top of her toy radio to rub at it and her right hand worrying at the recent scorch mark on her shirt, needing something to do as he seemingly rests leaned on a wall.

Not that he stays resting for long enough, of course. Because why would he. No, he starts fiddling with a roundel and monologuing, then moves on the fiddling with different roundels, not consecutively, almost ignoring the existence of some.

And then his shoulder cracks, and she flinches like she's the one feeling pain from it, a rather wobbly smile carving itself on her face at his subsequent chuckle. Singular focus is something he carries well, and him seemingly voicing his thoughts feeds the still-warm coals of satisfaction making him relax slightly had ignited, sparks of contentment floating through her lazily and mixing with her worry into a nauseating, but somehow also pleasant, cocktail.

...her smile slides right off at the last word he directs to her, the implications of it hitting her like a sledgehammer. She... Freezes up. He... She wants to say he wouldn't expect that of her. But of course he would.

He said she was going to be quiet. She can be quiet no longer.

"...I can't bear to hurt her, please... Please, is there another way?"

Her whisper is warbly, terrified, but there. Both her hands are now cradling her toy radio, as if by shielding the TARDIS's gift to her from sight she can protect the TARDIS herself.

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She's secretly glad when he stops practically marching through the TARDIS'S corridors, stopping along with him and watching him lean on a wall and exhale from the corner of her eye - she is, after all, still quite worried about his health, and not getting the feeling that he'd be gentle with himself and accept his limitations because of his wounds, so she's very afraid he's liable to make his state worse.

...all her thoughts scatter like scared pigeons after a cat lunges at their midst when he asks her if this is a ruse in that tone, frustrated but somehow amused, his voice quieter than usual, though. She isn't sure what to even say in response to that, so she says nothing, just stares at him directly and very, very slowly blinks exaggeratedly back at him, her left hand going straight to the top of her toy radio to rub at it and her right hand worrying at the recent scorch mark on her shirt, needing something to do as he seemingly rests leaned on a wall.

Not that he stays resting for long enough, of course. Because why would he. No, he starts fiddling with a roundel and monologuing, then moves on the fiddling with different roundels, not consecutively, almost ignoring the existence of some.

And then his shoulder cracks, and she flinches like she's the one feeling pain from it, a rather wobbly smile carving itself on her face at his subsequent chuckle. Singular focus is something he carries well, and him seemingly voicing his thoughts feeds the still-warm coals of satisfaction making him relax slightly had ignited, sparks of contentment floating through her lazily and mixing with her worry into a nauseating, but somehow also pleasant, cocktail.

...her smile slides right off at the last word he directs to her, the implications of it hitting her like a sledgehammer. She... Freezes up. He... She wants to say he wouldn't expect that of her. But of course he would.

He said she was going to be quiet. She can be quiet no longer.

"...I can't bear to hurt her, please... Please, is there another way?"

Her whisper is warbly, terrified, but there. Both her hands are now cradling her toy radio, as if by shielding the TARDIS's gift to her from sight she can protect the TARDIS herself.

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She's watching his reactions keenly, cataloguing the way he slightly relaxes after he thinks of her offer. Him relaxing makes her calmer, tension she wasn't consciously holding onto slipping through her fingers, leaving her looser, the warmth of a successful stratagem suffusing her and making her grin widely. She hums quietly at his words, lowering her head in acquiescence to his demands (well, not demands exactly - he's telling her what is to happen, basically. She wonders if it's easier, for him, than ordering her around, since orders can be defied. It's obviously more palatable than asking for what he wants, and it's not like she minds it. She's just curious.).

She'd hum something, it feels like an occasion deserving of a soundtrack, but he said she was going to be quiet, so, quiet she shall be. A pity, she thinks Fiona Apple's "Better Version Of Me" would have suited the moment wonderfully; maybe later, when they get to somewhere he can be safe.

...which might take a while. After all, she's almost certain they're back in the same corridor they started in. Are they going in loops?

Very grateful, just a little objection, could you tame your girlfriend next time?

...Right, I shall comment on your findings, giving them a proper rating if you wish. You will make your way back here.

-The Master ( @tremastersweb )

Not my girlfriend. I really wish you wouldn't make fun of her like that, but... You do what you do, no matter what anyone wants. It's just... Disrespectful? Insinuating something like that, about someone like her, and something like me.

Anyway, yeah, coming, gimme a mo, yeah?

- 'Lin

~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~

She winds back the braces to a manageable length, humming a gentle melody all the while, then kneels back to pick up the camera holder with her toy radio and hooks it back on its braces, smiling softly and patting the floor while she's down there.

"Thanks, for helping me give him stuff. I know you don't... Care for how he's behaving. But you helped anyway. It means a lot." Her words are quiet and intimate, warm, and she carefully caresses a groove on the floor before getting up.

Now, back to the medbay she goes! Adventure!

[sewergoblinfiend]

She... Blinks owlishly at her hand getting slapped off, a big part of her having been unaware of her holding onto his hand in the first place - it had felt disquietingly natural, like when she holds her own hand to simulate contact, she hadn't even thought about it. She stares at her hand, betrayed by her own actions, and tries to convey her sincere apology through her gaze, very slowly blinking back at him and lowering her chin contritely.

"Sorry, don't know what came over me, do you think you could forget this happened?" She deliberates, wondering if she ought to continue, lightly rubbing the top of her toy radio, then decides to take the plunge. "...if you think you are likely to lose me in the corridors, I can find something more palatable than tactile contact, like... I can wear a leash?"

Very grateful, just a little objection, could you tame your girlfriend next time?

...Right, I shall comment on your findings, giving them a proper rating if you wish. You will make your way back here.

-The Master ( @tremastersweb )

Not my girlfriend. I really wish you wouldn't make fun of her like that, but... You do what you do, no matter what anyone wants. It's just... Disrespectful? Insinuating something like that, about someone like her, and something like me.

Anyway, yeah, coming, gimme a mo, yeah?

- 'Lin

~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~

She winds back the braces to a manageable length, humming a gentle melody all the while, then kneels back to pick up the camera holder with her toy radio and hooks it back on its braces, smiling softly and patting the floor while she's down there.

"Thanks, for helping me give him stuff. I know you don't... Care for how he's behaving. But you helped anyway. It means a lot." Her words are quiet and intimate, warm, and she carefully caresses a groove on the floor before getting up.

Now, back to the medbay she goes! Adventure!

[sewergoblinfiend]

She... Is getting ready to sigh again and brave offering her help, should he want it (the way he turned and stretched his head looked a little too much like a testing movement to her eyes for her to be altogether confident with the accuracy of his rather cold answer), when she gets distracted by the way his eyebrows resemble fish-hooks as he just seems to... Stare at her, moving closer.

A small part of her wonders if the movements, reminiscent of a big cat approaching possible prey with curiosity, are meant to make her feel anxious or something - they don't. She's just relieved he appears to have no major difficulty walking, honestly. ...and also successfully fighting the urge to come closer and pat his bicep lightly.

...Which causes her face to scrunch up in confusion, completely derailing her train of thought for a second, until he opens his mouth again, and is interrupted by something that sounds like the echo of hurried steps from the direction of... The console room? She blinks, more intrigued by his reaction to the sound than the sound itself, nodding lightly at him and moving to the right, a thumb distractedly rubbing over the top of her toy radio, and her free hand instinctively grasping his own, gloved, one, to better guide him, since he appears to want her to be the one to take the lead.

Very grateful, just a little objection, could you tame your girlfriend next time?

...Right, I shall comment on your findings, giving them a proper rating if you wish. You will make your way back here.

-The Master ( @tremastersweb )

Not my girlfriend. I really wish you wouldn't make fun of her like that, but... You do what you do, no matter what anyone wants. It's just... Disrespectful? Insinuating something like that, about someone like her, and something like me.

Anyway, yeah, coming, gimme a mo, yeah?

- 'Lin

~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~

She winds back the braces to a manageable length, humming a gentle melody all the while, then kneels back to pick up the camera holder with her toy radio and hooks it back on its braces, smiling softly and patting the floor while she's down there.

"Thanks, for helping me give him stuff. I know you don't... Care for how he's behaving. But you helped anyway. It means a lot." Her words are quiet and intimate, warm, and she carefully caresses a groove on the floor before getting up.

Now, back to the medbay she goes! Adventure!

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She can't help but sigh at his words. Does he not realise he could have been hurt? Or that he hurt the TARDIS? Or that it's not safe for him to be out yet? ...of course he does. Well. It's not like that's going to stop him. She already knew who he is, and what he is, before she brought him stuff, thus helping him, so. There's only herself to blame for the TARDIS getting hurt, isn't there.

"I'm sorry..."

Her words are a barely perceptible whisper, too quiet for a normal hearing range, but hopefully perceivable to the TARDIS. Her hand leaves the toy radio to worry at her shirt, finding a charred circular mark on the fabric over the part of her skin covering where her stomach meets her bowels, and sighing again.

"I wish things could be less bellicose, between you."

This whisper is accompanied by a tremulous, fragile smile, directly followed by a forceful shaking-off of this maudlin mood. She stares at the smoking hole (what the hell is he doing in there?), and listens to the crash and bang of falling objects.

No, really, what the hell is he doing in there?

She waits with bated breath until he manages to open the door, then just... Stares at him. He... Doesn't seem to have managed to injure himself further, but...

She still puts on a disappointed, sad look. It's not even fake! He didn't have to do that, she's sure of it, didn't have to harm the TARDIS. She could have helped disengage the security lock, she's sure of it, if he gave her some pointers. ...and that way he'd still have his laser blaster thingy. ...actually, he could hurt himself badly with that, best it's out of commission.

She gives him a very gentle, slow blink towards him, trying to tell him that it's still ok, even though he did something that upset her, for multiple reasons.

"Well, it wouldn't have hurt much, trying that first."

She sighs yet again at his words, suddenly a little tired. Of course, using her name to engender trust so he can use her - completely unnecessary. ...but she can't fault him for not asking.

"...alright, I don't think so, but... Let's say I do, hm? How much can you walk?"

She hasn't taken her eyes, or at least the edge of her vision, off of him the entire time, trying to gauge his state. Her fingers pat at her toy radio absently.

Very grateful, just a little objection, could you tame your girlfriend next time?

...Right, I shall comment on your findings, giving them a proper rating if you wish. You will make your way back here.

-The Master ( @tremastersweb )

Not my girlfriend. I really wish you wouldn't make fun of her like that, but... You do what you do, no matter what anyone wants. It's just... Disrespectful? Insinuating something like that, about someone like her, and something like me.

Anyway, yeah, coming, gimme a mo, yeah?

- 'Lin

~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~

She winds back the braces to a manageable length, humming a gentle melody all the while, then kneels back to pick up the camera holder with her toy radio and hooks it back on its braces, smiling softly and patting the floor while she's down there.

"Thanks, for helping me give him stuff. I know you don't... Care for how he's behaving. But you helped anyway. It means a lot." Her words are quiet and intimate, warm, and she carefully caresses a groove on the floor before getting up.

Now, back to the medbay she goes! Adventure!

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She enjoys the while of the TARDIS's hum accompanying her, almost dancing through the corridor during that time, but changing her melody to something a little more somber and reassuring once the feeling retreats, trying to soothe the TARDIS, and soon arriving close to the medbay.

As soon as she nears the door, she can discern clangs and scrapes from the other side, and then the characteristic sound of wheels on slick, smooth, linoleum-like floor, and she hums in curiosity, fingers curling over her toy radio in its camera holder. She really does hope the Cat Master won't do something completely ill-advised.

...well, sounds like he is, indeed, going to do something ill-advised. She takes a step away and aside of the door, judging that he would probably attempt a sort of gaolbreak, and not wishing for her toy radio to be harmed in the blast radius of whatever he may unleash, shielding it carefully with her back.

When the ray blasts a hole through the door, she is just to the side, so that she's only lightly grazed by whatever that was and the toy radio is completely intact. Still, the impact makes her blink. Ticklish. Like scratching an itch.

She shakes it off, rubbing her thumb over the top of the toy radio to somehow attempt to communicate her regret to the TARDIS, and carefully nears the door, an apologetic look on her face. That probably hurt, being blasted through like that.

"...is everyone ok? Great and benevolent TARDIS, Cat Master?"

Very grateful, just a little objection, could you tame your girlfriend next time?

...Right, I shall comment on your findings, giving them a proper rating if you wish. You will make your way back here.

-The Master ( @tremastersweb )

Not my girlfriend. I really wish you wouldn't make fun of her like that, but... You do what you do, no matter what anyone wants. It's just... Disrespectful? Insinuating something like that, about someone like her, and something like me.

Anyway, yeah, coming, gimme a mo, yeah?

- 'Lin

~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~

She winds back the braces to a manageable length, humming a gentle melody all the while, then kneels back to pick up the camera holder with her toy radio and hooks it back on its braces, smiling softly and patting the floor while she's down there.

"Thanks, for helping me give him stuff. I know you don't... Care for how he's behaving. But you helped anyway. It means a lot." Her words are quiet and intimate, warm, and she carefully caresses a groove on the floor before getting up.

Now, back to the medbay she goes! Adventure!

[sewergoblinfiend]

Very grateful, just a little objection, could you tame your girlfriend next time?

...Right, I shall comment on your findings, giving them a proper rating if you wish. You will make your way back here.

-The Master ( @tremastersweb )

Not my girlfriend. I really wish you wouldn't make fun of her like that, but... You do what you do, no matter what anyone wants. It's just... Disrespectful? Insinuating something like that, about someone like her, and something like me.

Anyway, yeah, coming, gimme a mo, yeah?

- 'Lin

~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~∞~

She winds back the braces to a manageable length, humming a gentle melody all the while, then kneels back to pick up the camera holder with her toy radio and hooks it back on its braces, smiling softly and patting the floor while she's down there.

"Thanks, for helping me give him stuff. I know you don't... Care for how he's behaving. But you helped anyway. It means a lot." Her words are quiet and intimate, warm, and she carefully caresses a groove on the floor before getting up.

Now, back to the medbay she goes! Adventure!

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She makes a few practice swings with the cord and the bag at the end of it, to test the durability of her slapdash construction, and is moderately certain it will do, so...

She squeezes the flax tote bag full of stuff through the window, hoping that the cord and the knots will hold and not release the bag too soon. And then she starts slowly letting the cord, which she'd had twisted around her wrist, grow lax and loose, so it begins lowering down towards the Cat Master, her free hand swirling a figure eight on the wall.

...she really, really hopes this pulley system from the bargain bin doesn't backfire and hit him over the head or anything.

She has gathered up the things she'd like to give to the Cat Master (flagon of treacle, fig honey and dandelion wine flavoured liquid, a kilo of boar jerky, Chinese vanilla-flavoured griddle cakes, a selection of wood, plastic and metal forks, a Tupperware bowl of eye-searingly neon yellow mango Jell-O and a couple of pretty rocks and some shed bark from the incense trees) in a flax tote bag, and has found a camera holder for her toy radio, so she can carry it with her whenever she goes.

...she really hopes he doesn't get too mad at how poor the selection is.

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She softly nuzzles her face even closer to the wall, rubbing her nose on it gently in a kunik to instinctively show her affection in return, then lightly throws the bark through the opening, making certain to not hit the Cat Master with it.

She lets out a loud giggle when that results in him acting exactly like a startled cat, spooked by something new in their territory, and then like a curious cat, inspecting the new object. ...then looking up. Right at her.

She pays close attention to how his mouth moves when he speaks, not being able to hear him. Hmmm... Wide mouth, so possibly smiling while speaking? A lot of ee and a sounds... That second word might be "impressive" and one of them is most likely "flitting", which... makes no sense, but... The last ones are the right shape for "...about the rest", so he probably is asking about everything else she's brought.

She waves from her spot with the hand still inside the window, then thinks a little...

Hm.

How to get everything down, intact?

...she clicks her fingers, having had an idea. She very briefly unhooks the camera holder with the toy radio from its braces, then carefully places the holder on the floor. And then she starts extending the braces as far as they could go, getting close to three metres of "cord". ...which she proceeds to tie on the flax tote bag handles. She gently pats the TARDIS wall at the end.

Now, this done, to communicate to the Cat Master what she'd like for him to do.

She goes back to the "window", and starts making a come-hither movement at him.

She has gathered up the things she'd like to give to the Cat Master (flagon of treacle, fig honey and dandelion wine flavoured liquid, a kilo of boar jerky, Chinese vanilla-flavoured griddle cakes, a selection of wood, plastic and metal forks, a Tupperware bowl of eye-searingly neon yellow mango Jell-O and a couple of pretty rocks and some shed bark from the incense trees) in a flax tote bag, and has found a camera holder for her toy radio, so she can carry it with her whenever she goes.

...she really hopes he doesn't get too mad at how poor the selection is.

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She smiles softly at the hole shrinking and expanding; it feels a little like a brief hug, or having her wrist clasped in someone's gentle grasp, reassuring and steadying. Her eyes take in the picture before her, the Cat Master illicitly carrying things from the general sickbay to the isolation room - he seems to be moving more or less fluidly, which is heartening to see.

She wonders what he's planning, a happy grin overtaking her face at the visible signs of his convalescence being at its end.

...and then she has an idea. Blindly, she thrusts her free hand in the flax tote bag, rummaging inside for something...

Ah! There!

She has managed to grab, at least going by feel, some of the shed bark. She pulls it out of the bag, so the TARDIS can more easily distinguish what she's holding. "What's gonna be his reaction to that falling off the ceiling, do you think?" She might be sounding playful.

She has gathered up the things she'd like to give to the Cat Master (flagon of treacle, fig honey and dandelion wine flavoured liquid, a kilo of boar jerky, Chinese vanilla-flavoured griddle cakes, a selection of wood, plastic and metal forks, a Tupperware bowl of eye-searingly neon yellow mango Jell-O and a couple of pretty rocks and some shed bark from the incense trees) in a flax tote bag, and has found a camera holder for her toy radio, so she can carry it with her whenever she goes.

...she really hopes he doesn't get too mad at how poor the selection is.

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She hums, thoughtful, at the answer to her question, and attempts to pat whatever kind of surface her merged hand can contact inside all those incalculable dimensions.

"So it's what it tastes like... Can you make him see us, or are we going to spook him? ...I'd understand if you would enjoy spooking him. As retaliation." Her words are gentle, censure absent in them, and she very gently nuzzles the wall with her forehead.

She has gathered up the things she'd like to give to the Cat Master (flagon of treacle, fig honey and dandelion wine flavoured liquid, a kilo of boar jerky, Chinese vanilla-flavoured griddle cakes, a selection of wood, plastic and metal forks, a Tupperware bowl of eye-searingly neon yellow mango Jell-O and a couple of pretty rocks and some shed bark from the incense trees) in a flax tote bag, and has found a camera holder for her toy radio, so she can carry it with her whenever she goes.

...she really hopes he doesn't get too mad at how poor the selection is.

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She smiles, relieved, and carefully and gently rests her forehead on the wall.

"That's good, yes, that's very good. I don't wanna hurt you, or for you to hurt yourself for me, ok?"

She tries to convey her own feelings, the soothing feeling of relief after a contact burn, the taste of happiness, like energy made breathable, the glee of first hearing the hum of the TARDIS.

She glances at the Cat Master from her position leaning on the wall, curious.

"Can he hear us, or is it just a projection so it doesn't appear the way it tastes like?"

She has gathered up the things she'd like to give to the Cat Master (flagon of treacle, fig honey and dandelion wine flavoured liquid, a kilo of boar jerky, Chinese vanilla-flavoured griddle cakes, a selection of wood, plastic and metal forks, a Tupperware bowl of eye-searingly neon yellow mango Jell-O and a couple of pretty rocks and some shed bark from the incense trees) in a flax tote bag, and has found a camera holder for her toy radio, so she can carry it with her whenever she goes.

...she really hopes he doesn't get too mad at how poor the selection is.

[sewergoblinfiend]

She has been simply resting her palm on the wall, her thumb making a slow swirl over its surface while the TARDIS's hum is absent. It tastes like deliberation in the air, or knowledge that's the fruit of a future tree that hasn't even become a seed yet in the present, or maybe like the touch of mandibles to ocular membrane, too soon and dangerous for it. She simply waits the taste out, swirling her thumb in a spiral on the wall and trying to exude acceptance.

So she feels it immediately when the wall starts feeling softer, like taffy or thick spiderwebs, then swallows her hand in. She stares in fascination at where the TARDIS wall and her own hand look as if they're merging, the image appearing to glitch into a circle the size of a dinner plate of nothing and everything, then settling into a projection of the Cat Master from a bird's-eye view.

Well.

She might be gawping like a landed fish again.

"Oh, that's beautiful! It's not hurting you, is it?"

She has gathered up the things she'd like to give to the Cat Master (flagon of treacle, fig honey and dandelion wine flavoured liquid, a kilo of boar jerky, Chinese vanilla-flavoured griddle cakes, a selection of wood, plastic and metal forks, a Tupperware bowl of eye-searingly neon yellow mango Jell-O and a couple of pretty rocks and some shed bark from the incense trees) in a flax tote bag, and has found a camera holder for her toy radio, so she can carry it with her whenever she goes.

...she really hopes he doesn't get too mad at how poor the selection is.

[sewergoblinfiend]

She wobbles towards the wall she's touching at this particular reminder, the juxtaposition of the blessed sound and the oppressive, forceful order leaving her a little lightheaded. Ah. Well, that makes sense, is expected, even. The Cat Master did hurt the TARDIS terribly.

She sighs and keeps patting the wall consolingly until the Cat Master's laughter fades, thoughtful.

And then she takes a deep, bracing breath and tries to argue her case, both audibly and by attempting to transmit her thoughts.

"I know. He hurt you, he did. You were in horrendous pain, because of what he did. He chose to do that. To hurt you. Use you. Disregard you. He isn't kind, or good, or helpful, or nice, unless it benefits him or plays into his schemes."

Acceptance, grief, understanding, anger, sadness, swirling around and around and around like a merry-go-round.

"...but he's my friend. I'm not his, I know. That's fine, yeah? He's still my friend."

Fortitude, firmness. Diamond bones holding up flesh.

She has gathered up the things she'd like to give to the Cat Master (flagon of treacle, fig honey and dandelion wine flavoured liquid, a kilo of boar jerky, Chinese vanilla-flavoured griddle cakes, a selection of wood, plastic and metal forks, a Tupperware bowl of eye-searingly neon yellow mango Jell-O and a couple of pretty rocks and some shed bark from the incense trees) in a flax tote bag, and has found a camera holder for her toy radio, so she can carry it with her whenever she goes.

...she really hopes he doesn't get too mad at how poor the selection is.

[sewergoblinfiend]

Her ears catch the protesting sound, and she feathers her fingers over the nearest wall, worried. She lets out a questioning burble, scared that something is wrong, momentarily forgetting her want to bring the Cat Master stuff.

She has gathered up the things she'd like to give to the Cat Master (flagon of treacle, fig honey and dandelion wine flavoured liquid, a kilo of boar jerky, Chinese vanilla-flavoured griddle cakes, a selection of wood, plastic and metal forks, a Tupperware bowl of eye-searingly neon yellow mango Jell-O and a couple of pretty rocks and some shed bark from the incense trees) in a flax tote bag, and has found a camera holder for her toy radio, so she can carry it with her whenever she goes.

...she really hopes he doesn't get too mad at how poor the selection is.

[sewergoblinfiend]

She has gathered up the things she'd like to give to the Cat Master (flagon of treacle, fig honey and dandelion wine flavoured liquid, a kilo of boar jerky, Chinese vanilla-flavoured griddle cakes, a selection of wood, plastic and metal forks, a Tupperware bowl of eye-searingly neon yellow mango Jell-O and a couple of pretty rocks and some shed bark from the incense trees) in a flax tote bag, and has found a camera holder for her toy radio, so she can carry it with her whenever she goes.

...she really hopes he doesn't get too mad at how poor the selection is.