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[twelfthsong]

The horses in this world are rude.

[And then a beat later - ]

Maybe that’s rude of me to say. Correction: the one horse I’ve met here is rude.

[makemeasong]

[ The first thing Clara replies with is: ]

?????

[ There are still bubbles and a few seconds later: ]

How, exactly, has a HORSE been rude to you?

[twelfthsong]

I was minding my own business when she made a snide comment that my hair looked stupid.

[makemeasong]

the horses can talk here?

[twelfthsong]

No I understand horse. Really considering learning how to forget it after that encounter.

[makemeasong]

What exactly did the horse say? Why are you letting a horse get to you?

[twelfthsong]

She said my hair was stupid so I told her that her face was long.

Clara, I have to stand up for myself I can't just let a horse walk all over me.

[makemeasong]

Oh my GOD, it's a HORSE. You are the more evolved species???

[twelfthsong]

That sounds dangerously specist. But what would you have done? Would you just walk by a horse telling you that you have stupid hair or hips like a man?

[makemeasong]

[ She is literally dragging her hands down her face. ]

Hips like a man??? Where did that example come from because it sounds like something you've thought about.

action — post october missions

[twelfthsong]

[ What had began as a day customizing a hoverboard and adding some artistic flair to an ATV had ended with the Doctor feeling more guilt-ridden than he had expected to.

While he and Tech had successfully managed to get Rokuro back to camp in one piece, their mission with Clara earlier that day had been less than ideal. Rationally he knew that there was no way they could have prepared for a soldier Sylphid with disruption technology going unnoticed, but it didn't quite matter; the guilt from having left her behind alone gnawed on him twisting the knot in his stomach. The image of Clara bleeding out on the dirt and the feel of her her blood on his hands never left his mind even while he had been fending off a canine automaton and ensuring the Rokuro could complete their mission objective.

By the time he's back at camp her blood still stains his hands and he can't help but idly think this is certainly not the time to be having a Lady Macbeth moment when he needs to keep it together. He retraces his steps towards the med bay where he had left her, cutting a stern figure amongst the others running towards the same direction or off to do damage control. He's by her bedside in moments, shooing away the nurse who had been checking in on the sleeping Clara. It's only when the nurse departs to the next bed that he grabs a chair and drags it towards the bedside before drawing the curtain around her for some privacy.

Despite the furrowed brows, he's clearly nervous if the bouncing of his leg is any indication or the occasional biting of his thumb as he waits for her to wake. At one point he accidentally knocks against the bedside table, jostling the lamp on it and he lets out a bit of a shout as he catches it very nearly elbowing Clara in the face.

...And by that we mean he definitely elbows her gently in the face. He makes awkward eye contact with her before saying - ]

Oh good. You're awake.

[makemeasong]

[ She'd been in the middle of a dream that included the best of collection from the earlier fear. She can't quite get the words out of her head, or the way he'd looked at her. When she's jostled awake, she makes a soft noise and squints at the light now shining right in her face. ]

Are you trying to blind me?

[ Holding up a hand, she blocks out the light until it's pointed away from her again. ]

You made it back. [ They're words of relief, which also makes some tension leave her eyes. ]

[twelfthsong]

[ Whatever nervous energy that had been previously there is suddenly masked with sarcasm. ]

Yes, Clara. I brought you all the way back through the jungle so I could blind you with a lamp.

[ Despite the biting sarcasm he's quick to put the lamp back on the table where it belongs. Once it's out of his hands he doesn't seem to know what to do with them but eventually settles for crossing them. ]

I needed to get Tech and Rokuro back. [ A beat. ] How are you feeling?

[makemeasong]

[ Clara rolls her eyes, then shifts just a little so she isn't flat on her back. Propping herself up, she looks at him and then away, unable to stop seeing that angry version of him with coldness in his voice directed at her. Clearing her throat, she assesses the rest of her body. ]

Like I participated in five triathlons back to back. My entire body feels like jelly. And my head still feels too full.

[ It isn't quite a headache, and she rubs her forehead. ] I think I'll live, though. Thanks to you.

[twelfthsong]

If you played rugby in school, I'd believe it. [ He quietly accepts her thanks and after a moment scoots his chair closer to the edge of the bed. ]

I can try to empty it. [ He motions to his hands. ] I don't have my psionic powers anymore but apparently I'm more of a doctor than I was before.

[makemeasong]

You'll be happy to know I played rugby in school.

[ She smiles faintly at him before her eyes move over his face, gaze roaming his features. ]

What would you do? [ Clara wonders if she should talk to him about it, about everything the fear threw at her to make her stumble. But she's unsure of how he'd react and she doesn't want him to try and blame himself somehow. ]

[twelfthsong]

Ah. Well. [ There's only the briefest of pauses when he realizes a little belatedly that up until that point Clara hadn't ever told him that. It had been a slip of the tongue - something he vaguely remembers from the early days of trying to understand the mystery that was Clara.

But like everything related to her, there's only a faceless girl in his memories dashing head first into a crowd of much taller girls trying and snatch the ball away for her team. ] Explains why you run head first into things then, doesn't it?

Lighten the load. I don't really have an explanation for it yet since it's all relatively new to me still. But I fixed Tech's head in the Troop. [ He searches her face for any sign of mistrust or hesitation. Mind stuff is always a little sticky. He wouldn't blame her if she said declined his offer but he still finds himself trying. How else would he absolve himself of the guilt he felt for how she had ended up on the mission? Not that the one act alone would fix it, but for him it would be a start. ]

[makemeasong]

[ Clara rolls her eyes but it's affectionate. Then, she thinks about his offer, weighing her choices. Picking at imaginary lint, she doesn't meet his eyes the next time she speaks. ]

Would you be able to see what you're taking away, exactly?

[twelfthsong]

No. That one I know for sure.

[ He stares down at his hands still stained with her faint traces of her blood but remembering the moment in the Troop where he was helping to draw Tech out of his hallucinations. ]

This isn't a psychic power. It seems purely regenerative like when I stubbed my toe or stitched you back together.

[makemeasong]

One last question, promise.

[ She looks up at him this time, and she does meet his eyes. ]

Will I remember or will it go away?

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[unas]

How did the magic end up working for you?

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[makemeasong]

[ Clara wonders how honest she should be. She did pull it off, but there'd been a decent, gut-punch of a struggle. The mental manipulation had been worse than her physical injury. ]

The tower came down, so it worked like it was supposed to. I'm exhausted, slept an entire day away, after.

And I was shot, so there was that.

How'd you do?

[unas]

It worked, somehow, not that I'm any better at understanding how.

( she's good at focusing, at visualising, maybe just visualising what she wanted to happen was enough? she'd tried that and somehow... something had done what it was supposed to )

Did you get medical help?

[makemeasong]

The Doctor and the witches combined managed to make sure everything'd be alright.

Obi-Wan helped me understand how to focus a little better, how to breathe. I'm not perfect yet, but I'm going to the classes the witches offer and maybe between all of that and the books, I'll figure it out.

[ She's never minded learning and studying up, or asking for help when it comes to learning a skill. It seemed like that was the only reasonable direction to go next. ]

Are you okay? Everyone in your group made it back in one piece?

[unas]

We got out, we're okay.

I know they want or need us to use magic to help but is it the best thing to do? We don't know how they gave us it.