[ The Doctor's eyes go to her fingers and follows the way she traces her collarbone over the smooth, unmarred skin as it transitions into a horror of pointed antlers and scar tissue. Like human and beast have merged into one and none of it was quite right, it's an unusual sight, to be sure, but the Doctor has been to so many different planets, and has seen so much, he's hardly going to flinch at the sight.
His expression does change, though. From curiousity and attentive comes a quiet stillness, and concern. He isn't sure what it means when she says that the stag was meant to be hers, but he gathers enough from her confession, the uncertainty in her voice, that this particular union was meant to be different, maybe even look different.
He lifts a hand as though to reach out and touch the amplifier, as she'd called it. But he hesitates, fingers kept still and in mid-air. ]
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[ The Doctor's eyes go to her fingers and follows the way she traces her collarbone over the smooth, unmarred skin as it transitions into a horror of pointed antlers and scar tissue. Like human and beast have merged into one and none of it was quite right, it's an unusual sight, to be sure, but the Doctor has been to so many different planets, and has seen so much, he's hardly going to flinch at the sight.
His expression does change, though. From curiousity and attentive comes a quiet stillness, and concern. He isn't sure what it means when she says that the stag was meant to be hers, but he gathers enough from her confession, the uncertainty in her voice, that this particular union was meant to be different, maybe even look different.
He lifts a hand as though to reach out and touch the amplifier, as she'd called it. But he hesitates, fingers kept still and in mid-air. ]
Does it hurt?