[ Her voice sounds weak and far away, and she can't even keep her eyes open for how utterly drained she is. Her lips are stained, the awful black that signifies the worst of this planet. Everything feels heavy and numb, and she's wondering if she'll feel like this until she dies.
At least it isn't water this time.
Only when she hears the sound of something roaming, the unmistakable sounds of the dead, does she have any reaction again, hand gripping the Doctor's shirt tightly. What she wants to say is that if they're quiet and careful, they can fool the corpses and get somewhere not overrun. She has her pocket knife that will turn into a sword in her pocket that she knows he'd know how to use. And the petals, the rose petals that can turn them invisible. She has those in her room, but when she tries to open her mouth, only air escapes in a wheeze.
The hand on his shirt unclenches and mustering every bit of willpower she has, she drags his hand up as far as she can, trying to get him to move it to her head, trying to make him understand that she's there. It isn't like the coal sickness when even her brain felt hot. This is different. But she's too weak to get his hand to her head, and instead, she drops it across her chest just below her throat. ]
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At least it isn't water this time.
Only when she hears the sound of something roaming, the unmistakable sounds of the dead, does she have any reaction again, hand gripping the Doctor's shirt tightly. What she wants to say is that if they're quiet and careful, they can fool the corpses and get somewhere not overrun. She has her pocket knife that will turn into a sword in her pocket that she knows he'd know how to use. And the petals, the rose petals that can turn them invisible. She has those in her room, but when she tries to open her mouth, only air escapes in a wheeze.
The hand on his shirt unclenches and mustering every bit of willpower she has, she drags his hand up as far as she can, trying to get him to move it to her head, trying to make him understand that she's there. It isn't like the coal sickness when even her brain felt hot. This is different. But she's too weak to get his hand to her head, and instead, she drops it across her chest just below her throat. ]