[She's not mute. She says a few words here and there, mostly small things, more or less meaningless. It's just easier to keep from betraying herself if she doesn't talk too much, doesn't tell too much. She needs to get out of here before the next moon. So, yes, of course she's nervous.
She turns to face him when he takes a seat at the side of her bed, drawing her knees up and peering at him over the tops of her bony knees.]
You're a different kind of doctor.
[A quiet observation, her voice not timid, but Christina still hasn't quite lost that sense of being just a little unsure of herself. Even if not for his neat suit, he smells different. She looks at him inquisitively with a slight tilt of her head. Christina has never been able to shake that childlike curiosity, always wanting to know why things were, how they worked.
She was going to be a writer some day. She needed to know the boundaries of the universe to write within it.]
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Date: 2014-10-07 05:16 am (UTC)She turns to face him when he takes a seat at the side of her bed, drawing her knees up and peering at him over the tops of her bony knees.]
You're a different kind of doctor.
[A quiet observation, her voice not timid, but Christina still hasn't quite lost that sense of being just a little unsure of herself. Even if not for his neat suit, he smells different. She looks at him inquisitively with a slight tilt of her head. Christina has never been able to shake that childlike curiosity, always wanting to know why things were, how they worked.
She was going to be a writer some day. She needed to know the boundaries of the universe to write within it.]