031 [video]

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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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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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.