One second, Morgana is wishing, more than anything, she had a dagger, but the next, she finds herself in a heap, on the floor, on what was a staircase, moments earlier.
They've skidded to a halt about halfway down and it takes a moment for Morgana to realize two things. "That was not real. He is not here."
The second is that she's holding on to the lapels of the Doctor's jacket for dear life, with her head on his chest. She sits up and assesses him. "Are you all right?"
Despite her concern, now would not be a good time to remind her that she walked right into that.
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Date: 2010-06-16 03:44 am (UTC)They've skidded to a halt about halfway down and it takes a moment for Morgana to realize two things. "That was not real. He is not here."
The second is that she's holding on to the lapels of the Doctor's jacket for dear life, with her head on his chest. She sits up and assesses him. "Are you all right?"
Despite her concern, now would not be a good time to remind her that she walked right into that.