"It's my charming accent," she says, leaning in. She's particularly perplexed by why, unless he plans to whisper in her ear, which she doesn't really want. It's one saving grace for her that Sobek hasn't attacked her ears or neck. She doesn't know if she has any berserker left in her (the idea makes her laugh a little - she'll have to put quite the effort into topping her biting his wrist).
She pauses as the Doctor asks her. No, no, she wants to say. She doesn't want more people in her head. She has to remind herself every single day that it's only her in there, that the flashes of memory are from other people's lives and not hers. She doesn't want to add his into the mush.
She wants to say no.
She places her hand over his on her face, once again solidifying that bond. Her breath is shallow and shaky. He couldn't possibly know how much this scares her, how much this last week has been seeking to break her down in every way, body and soul. And now he's asking her to make this sacrifice.
"I trust you," she says. It's the closest he'll get to 'yes'.
Re: Jailhouse Blues: Eva and Eleven
She pauses as the Doctor asks her. No, no, she wants to say. She doesn't want more people in her head. She has to remind herself every single day that it's only her in there, that the flashes of memory are from other people's lives and not hers. She doesn't want to add his into the mush.
She wants to say no.
She places her hand over his on her face, once again solidifying that bond. Her breath is shallow and shaky. He couldn't possibly know how much this scares her, how much this last week has been seeking to break her down in every way, body and soul. And now he's asking her to make this sacrifice.
"I trust you," she says. It's the closest he'll get to 'yes'.