"What about the not breathing seconds?" Eva flicks a few grains of sand at him, teasing, trying to give herself an edge in the conversation so she doesn't feel drowned in his worldliness. Or universaliness. He may have the knowledge of time and space that dwarfs her lifetime but she has spunk.
She wraps her arms back around herself, feeling that the clothing on her front is almost dry now. Wonderful. Maybe she'll even be able to sleep tonight, although she isn't fond of the idea of doing so in front of anyone besides her husband. It's not as if the Doctor doesn't surely know that she has some residual damage, but she's too proud to wake up crying near him.
"You know, at some point we need to find our way home. Marco's going to be devastated if I'm not there to cut his sandwiches right."
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Date: 2012-03-27 08:28 am (UTC)She wraps her arms back around herself, feeling that the clothing on her front is almost dry now. Wonderful. Maybe she'll even be able to sleep tonight, although she isn't fond of the idea of doing so in front of anyone besides her husband. It's not as if the Doctor doesn't surely know that she has some residual damage, but she's too proud to wake up crying near him.
"You know, at some point we need to find our way home. Marco's going to be devastated if I'm not there to cut his sandwiches right."