Her sleep was for a time deep, the sleep of one who had struggled against a creeping exhaustion until finally succumbing. It was a dreamless sleep, a Travel-less sleep.
An indeterminate amount of time later, her cat came padding into the room from wherever she had been hiding. She began to walk over to the couch, to rest on her favorite perch on its back, and was rather perturbed to find a strange man sleeping there. Lifting her head and twitching her whiskers, she tried to get a whiff of the newcomer. His scent was something altogether different from anything she'd ever encountered, and for a moment, Nimue contemplated bounding over him to reach her nesting spot. She thought better of it, though, and made her way to the plush easy chair where her Evelyn slept. Deftly hopping up, she settled in the warm lap, her fluffy tail curling around her.
Evelyn was nominally aware of the sudden weight of the cat in her lap, the motion drawing her momentarily to the brink of wakefulness. She came more fully awake as the sound of a pained groan from the Doctor, and sat up, jostling Nimue and blinking groggily. Squinting at him for a moment, she debated whether or not to go over to him, but he seemed to be as deeply asleep as she had been a moment ago. She leaned back again, her hand idly stroking down the bright orange, brown, and white patchwork of Nimue's fur, and fought against the heaviness pulling at her eyelids, struggling to stay awake in order to keep watch.
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Date: 2015-10-31 11:38 pm (UTC)An indeterminate amount of time later, her cat came padding into the room from wherever she had been hiding. She began to walk over to the couch, to rest on her favorite perch on its back, and was rather perturbed to find a strange man sleeping there. Lifting her head and twitching her whiskers, she tried to get a whiff of the newcomer. His scent was something altogether different from anything she'd ever encountered, and for a moment, Nimue contemplated bounding over him to reach her nesting spot. She thought better of it, though, and made her way to the plush easy chair where her Evelyn slept. Deftly hopping up, she settled in the warm lap, her fluffy tail curling around her.
Evelyn was nominally aware of the sudden weight of the cat in her lap, the motion drawing her momentarily to the brink of wakefulness. She came more fully awake as the sound of a pained groan from the Doctor, and sat up, jostling Nimue and blinking groggily. Squinting at him for a moment, she debated whether or not to go over to him, but he seemed to be as deeply asleep as she had been a moment ago. She leaned back again, her hand idly stroking down the bright orange, brown, and white patchwork of Nimue's fur, and fought against the heaviness pulling at her eyelids, struggling to stay awake in order to keep watch.