[Caitlyn allows the Doctor to lead her away, at least far enough that she can catch her breath and try to steady herself. Her mind feels sluggish, almost as much as her body, and try as she might, she can't quite think through the haze of exhaustion that's settled over her.
It came on so suddenly. It must be the fault of the black... mould? Tar? Is this like the black mould from... Where was it? Serthica. The crumbling mansion with the beacon in the basement, the mould had been there too. It had made her feel...]
I'm alright. [She's saying it more to convince the Doctor than merely repeating what he's telling her, as she knows he'll make her hide somewhere safe while he runs off and puts himself in danger unless he's convinced that she really is alright. But no matter how insistently she says it, she finds herself sagging against him, too weak to even hold herself upright.]
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It came on so suddenly. It must be the fault of the black... mould? Tar? Is this like the black mould from... Where was it? Serthica. The crumbling mansion with the beacon in the basement, the mould had been there too. It had made her feel...]
I'm alright. [She's saying it more to convince the Doctor than merely repeating what he's telling her, as she knows he'll make her hide somewhere safe while he runs off and puts himself in danger unless he's convinced that she really is alright. But no matter how insistently she says it, she finds herself sagging against him, too weak to even hold herself upright.]