Poor Oru... draping cloak over her shoulders and sighing... taking seat beside her. His turn ro keep watch, then
Ah-! You're well and capable enough, Mr Watchful Eye. No need to be snide.
*[forbidden... getting That Look on his face... but hatless? Most interesting indeed....] ill go bring her away, don't fret Olly~
Deep in thought- twirling it around his finger, then raising it and resting his lips against the fabric. Earth to qifrey hello???


















