[Without an invite (honestly does she even need one?) the TARDIS takes a seat next to him. For the longest moment she's just quiet, staring up at the sky and leaning into his side.]
It's nice, isn't it? [To have somewhere to be without the worry of the next Dalek attack. To have such festivity after nothing but a lifetime of war and sorrow. Such simple words meant so many things in this instance.]
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It's nice, isn't it? [To have somewhere to be without the worry of the next Dalek attack. To have such festivity after nothing but a lifetime of war and sorrow. Such simple words meant so many things in this instance.]