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[The Master does not exactly look as if he's in the best of states. His normally immacuate shirt is stained with blood, a smear of it dried on his cheek. But it isn't his. His eyes are tired and he looks clearly worn down, exhausted.

Defeated.

Even his voice is hoarse when he speaks.]

A public service announcement to whoever is friends with the Doctor. He's---incapacitated at the moment, and will be for a little while. Knowing this place, hopefully no more than a few days, but I can't make any guarantees. And before I start getting the automatic blame--I'm looking at you, Harkness--I had nothing to do with it. If I killed him, it'd be in a much more dignified fashion than this.

You'll just have to wait a bit for your savior of the universe to get back to his usual business.

[He looks offscreen for several moments before swallowing, leaning in and quickly shutting the PCD off afterward.]

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[Anyone else he would deny. But Juliet...]

It's fine, then. I will get the two of us cleaned up a little before you get here.

I shall see you in a little while.

[She gives him a smile as she ends the feed and gathers a few things into her usual carrying basket. It isn't long before she's knocking on the door, only slightly out of breath, bundled up in her cloak.]

[He has enough time to strip the Doctor, clean the blood off of him, and dress him in pajamas before she gets there. The wounds still look bad, but they're healing despite the lifelessless of the man. The Master's still in his bloodstained shirt, however, when he hears the knock downstairs. Whatever. He pulls the blankets up to the Doctor's shoulders before going to answer the door.]

Juliet. Apologies, I've yet to clean up myself.

There is no need to apologize, Lord Saxon.

[She looks over the shirt carefully. He hasn't acted injured at all, but....]

Have you any wounds which need dressing?

No. I killed the creature right away, after--well. After it got the jump on the Doctor.

[After it got the jump on.... He'd had to watch some wild beast kill his dearest one? She can't even imagine witnessing such a thing. She wraps her arms around him without a second thought.]

[This is...odd. No one hugs him. No one outside of the Doctor has honestly hugged him in longer than he can remember. A little awkwardly, he returns it.]

[The way he returns her embrace reminds her of Tybalt, always so cautious or awkward with showing affection. It makes her hug him more tightly. Tybalt never liked to show any sort of emotional weakness, and she imagines Lord Saxon is much the same. But there are times when such things can be done safely, and she is determined he will have that time and place, if he wishes it.]

You really are too generous with your kindness, dear Juliet.

[She pulls away enough to look up at him.]

I would not let my friends stay alone in a time of need. What may I do to help, Lord Saxon?

I'm not sure, really. I ought to stay at the idiot's side until he wakes up, but I don't want to subject you to sitting next to a dead body.

You must get cleaned up first. You do not wish him to worry upon waking. And you must eat something, or drink something, if you cannot eat just yet. It will help.

Right, then. Feel free to make yourself at home while I clean up. [Another quick hug, and he lets go, heading off to bathe and change quickly.]

[She smiles when he hugs her of his own accord. That is a good sign. And then, she turns to hunt out the kitchen and see what she can do about making food and tea.]

[It takes him a little while, but he eventually returns in a fresh set of clothing, cleaned off of all the blood. He's checked the Doctor's room a few times. Still nothing. With a sigh, he makes his way back to Juliet.]

[He'll find her in the kitchen, fiddling with various things as she arranges a tea and snack tray. She's gone snooping through cabinets to find things that might be appealing. She's also attracted the attention of the two kittens, who are winding their way around her legs and under her skirts, which causes her to giggle occasionally, and glance down to speak to them.]

You are worried as well, are you not? There is little about which to worry. He will be fine.

[She reaches down to pick up Koschei, cradling him in her arms, and scritches behind his ears.]

I cannot understand you the way he is able, but he will be up and about soon enough, and then he shall tell us what you are thinking. In the meantime, you and Theta must be good for Lord Saxon. You must be sweet and kind to him, and not make him cross.

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