[She seems half as focused on where they're walking- or where her feet are going, and looking back up to inspect this reverse-new Doctor. He's quite different than the others. Very different. But not in a bad way.]
Hm? [She clears her throat a bit, more out of necessity than avoiding the question.] Can't sleep well, past few days. Dean-o back there suggested I try drinkin'. 'Lot of medicines don't work much on me anymore thanks t'Torchwood. An' I haven't drank in ages, so I figured it'd knock me out pretty quick. Truth'll out when I get t'bed.
[Not that it really answers his question. Well, it kind of does.]
Yes, I suppose that wouldn't be very conducive to fixing one's body clock to help them sleep at better hours. Well, for a human...which I suppose we both are, now.
[He could have been much worse off here in Asgard than he is. He's been without the senses that deal with Time before, but then he had still been a Time Lord. The senses that had been burned away left a terrifying hole in him. With a human body, there was no hole. He's not supposed to have those senses in this form.
Eight moves to a table near the window and holds out a chair for her.]
Chamomile is always good for getting yourself to sleep, I've heard. Well, there are many other kinds, but I doubt they have Draconian teas here. They make fine teas.
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Hm? [She clears her throat a bit, more out of necessity than avoiding the question.] Can't sleep well, past few days. Dean-o back there suggested I try drinkin'. 'Lot of medicines don't work much on me anymore thanks t'Torchwood. An' I haven't drank in ages, so I figured it'd knock me out pretty quick. Truth'll out when I get t'bed.
[Not that it really answers his question. Well, it kind of does.]
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Well, if sleep is an issue, it's a good thing we're going for tea instead of coffee.
[He takes the turn to head into the Hrafn Tea House, holding open the door for her.]
How long have you been in Asgard, by the way?
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Mm.. Dunno. Few months, I think. Time's funny here. No calendar I recognize. Definitely been ages, though. Feels like months.
[Which... sort of brings melancholy thoughts to mind.]
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[He could have been much worse off here in Asgard than he is. He's been without the senses that deal with Time before, but then he had still been a Time Lord. The senses that had been burned away left a terrifying hole in him. With a human body, there was no hole. He's not supposed to have those senses in this form.
Eight moves to a table near the window and holds out a chair for her.]
Chamomile is always good for getting yourself to sleep, I've heard. Well, there are many other kinds, but I doubt they have Draconian teas here. They make fine teas.