( Red does hear him. Inside, she is reminded of the anchor with his words, with his voice, and she is holding on to it - part of it is the spell, part of it is Cerberus, part of it is her own desire for violence and death and blood. It's like being in a storm, but gripping hold of the only solid thing around, and it's hard to fight against the winds of it.
The moment the spell ends, she's aware of it. The winds die down.
When the Doctor returns, Cerberus is not so tense -
She hears his voice again, and then still gripping hold of that beautiful anchor, that wonderful port in a storm, that feeling of control (but she liked not having control, didn't she? following orders, being made to follow orders that was familiar, that's what she is made for), she switches back. The transformation is similar to before - blue light and Underworld magic and shifting bones and muscles. She lands on her hands and knees in the puddle where Cerberus had been moments before, breathless, fingertips scraping into the floor below her, catching grime and who knows what else. Her bones feel like they're buzzing. Every limb feels heavy. Her head is fuzzy, and then she blinks and stares up at - )
Doctor? You're- ( Her expression crumples in relief and the grief that had been caged before she scrubs at her face with a dirty hand, scrubs the tears away, and then she pushes herself up to her feet, shakily but she manages to stay on her feet. Her gaze drifts from him to behind him. Her chest clenching with concern. Brain is not processing anything at the right speed. They- She-
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The moment the spell ends, she's aware of it. The winds die down.
When the Doctor returns, Cerberus is not so tense -
She hears his voice again, and then still gripping hold of that beautiful anchor, that wonderful port in a storm, that feeling of control (
but she liked not having control, didn't she? following orders, being made to follow orders that was familiar, that's what she is made for), she switches back. The transformation is similar to before - blue light and Underworld magic and shifting bones and muscles. She lands on her hands and knees in the puddle where Cerberus had been moments before, breathless, fingertips scraping into the floor below her, catching grime and who knows what else. Her bones feel like they're buzzing. Every limb feels heavy. Her head is fuzzy, and then she blinks and stares up at - )Doctor? You're- ( Her expression crumples in relief and the grief that had been caged before she scrubs at her face with a dirty hand, scrubs the tears away, and then she pushes herself up to her feet, shakily but she manages to stay on her feet. Her gaze drifts from him to behind him. Her chest clenching with concern. Brain is not processing anything at the right speed. They- She-
Vanessa. That's what happened. Her spell- )
Where's- ?