All Morgana can do is nod in agreement. What else is she going to do, disagree? Of late, she's only learned the names of the other planet in her solar system -- and what exactly a solar system is.

She tilts her head a little, still confused by one thing. "Then how do days work, if one does not know when it is time for dinner, or morning, or duties?"

Everything, is so rigid in her own home, and even the nearly half-year away from it has not rid her of that.

She asks this not once looking at the Doctor. She's tentatively making her way towards the sea.