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It's been a while since she's been in the Bar. Between very long hours at work, and House running the team ragged, she hasn't even had time to think about Milliways, let alone come here.

Today is different, though. Milliways has usually refrained from pulling the young doctor in, since she had found a stable door, but now, she's stumbling in, almost unseeingly, and it takes her a moment to realize where she is.

Remy's certainly seen better days, hair a mess, red-rimmed eyes, and, oh yes, did we mention the blood? Though that's not exactly on her mind at the moment, as she's just noticed her lack of door and has turned to pound on the bare expanse of wall, leaving bloody prints as she hurls insults and generally screams at it.

When Thirteen takes Coreen to Kaxlon V, she remembers to tell her Companion to dress for tropical climates, and to tell her to remember her sunblock, and even to mention the massive marketplace that the planet boasts of. But for some reason, it had slipped her mind to inform Coreen that the locals where light, smallish peoples with wings.

And thus, this brings her Companion to her side to tug at her sleeve as Thirteen inspects a bit of battered technology at one of the market stalls.

"Doctor!" she hisses urgently in an undertone so only she can hear. Thirteen makes a soft, affirmative "I'm listening" type of noise, and Coreen continues to speak. "There's people here with wings"

"I'd certainly hope so," Thirteen replies, putting aside the tech in favour of looking at another. "The Fae are the local species after all."

Beside her, Coreen makes a strangled sort of squeak.

"Fae?!?"

"Mmmhmm. Incredibly good with technology. I have more than a few things in the TARDIS that are built by them. Very elegant."

"Oh," comes the eloquent response from Coreen, and Thirteen looks up to watch as the smaller woman covers her shock and flustered-ness by busying herself and looking at the various stalls.

It's probably a good thing that Coreen's looking away, as the Time Lady finds herself watching Coreen with a fond smile as she flitters from stall to stall, occasionally picking up an item to look it over in awe. After she sees Coreen look at one particular object, she makes a point to stop at that stall, making sure her Companion is out of earshot before she asks the male Fae behind the counter what the young lady had just been looking at. He shows Thirteen the bracelet in question, a lovely looking thing with two blue gemstones, inscribed with the Faye's lovely script. Money changes hands, and the bracelet is spirited into one of her jacket's many pockets.

Eventually, she steps away from the stalls, and sidles up to Coreen's side again and, squashing her instinct to keep the woman at arm's length, she gently leads her from the marketplace to a massive outdoor theatre, where a group of Fae are due to start a ceremonial performance soon.

The performance is wonderful, and over all too soon. It's late, and Thirteen's smiling indulgently as Coreen bubbles and gushes over the play beside her on the walk back to the TARDIS. Once they're inside, they strip off their coats, and Coreen surprises her with a quick kiss on the cheek, thanking her softly for the good time before excusing herself for sleep, and disappearing down the hallway, Thirteen following soon after to go to her own room.

Upon entering her room, the first thing Coreen sees is a glint of something metallic flashing in the light, and, upon further inspection, she finds a certain bracelet she had been eyeing earlier in the days. She remembers balking on buying it, after leaning the price, and telling the stall keeper she'd think on it, before reluctantly moving on.

Picking it up, she holds it in her hands for just a moment, and smiles.

The last place Thirteen and Coreen visited, had been engulfed in a massive ball of flame, the the oddly cute, fuzzy, parasitic creatures with way too many teeth died a fiery death.

Battered, soot-covered, and singed, one of the two figures on the floor of the TARDIS shifts and begins to slowly peel herself off of the ground. Aside from a gruff "Alright?" Thirteen more or less disregards her companion's presence, holding her arm gingerly against her torso as she eases herself slowly to her feet.

"M'getting too old for this."

"Says the nine-hundred year old Time Lady," comes the response. Thirteen just glowers at the small woman and begins to set the TARDIS onto it's next destination, working as best as one can with only one working arm.

Her companion hovers nearby as she works, and Thirteen has to swat irritably at hands questing to tend to her, disappearing into the back rooms of the TARDIS as soon as she's able to walk away from the console. She emerges later, arm wrapped and bandaged, and looking considerably less sooty, though not as much so as Coreen, who's cleaned up considerably more, it seems.

Pink-skinned from the shower, Coreen had changed as well, wearing some sort of white, linen sundress and wet hair piled into a sloppy bun, she looked bea-

"Right," Thirteen snaps, abruptly pulling herself from her musings and looking away from the other woman sharply. "A change of pace is in order, someplace relaxing." She cants her head towards the TARDIS doors. "Out there is the moon of the planet Shinaxi. The moon was tera-formed to be a...galaxy-wide national park of sorts. I figure it's a good enough place to cool our heels for a few days."

Coreen looks from her to the doors curiously. "So what's out there?"

"Nothing dangerous in the slightest," Thirteen responds, scooping up her coat and sliding it on slowly. "Go have a look for yourself."

Coreen shoots her one last, dubious look before making for the doors, cracking them open just a bit and peering outside before swinging them fully open, revealing a wooded glade just outside and...butterflies. Masses of butterflies lazily zipping their way though the sunbeams.

Coreen's startled out of her shocked stare as Thirteen rests a hand heavily on her shoulder, nudging her out the door. "Lovely, isn't it?" Coreen's mouth works soundlessly for a few moments.

"I...I'll be right back."

With that, Coreen turns under Thirteen's hand and slides past her and back into the TARDIS.

When Coreen returns, it's with an armload of art supplies, and she looks around for a place to set up, smiling softly to herself as she spots Thirteen stretched out on the grass, coat pillowed beneath her head and hands folded over her stomach and snoozing.

Slowly, butterfly after butterfly settles itself curiously onto the Time Lady, one after the other, and Coreen paints.

It's been a hell of a day so far for Thirteen, and that's even before counting the sudden change in gender and the drunk and upset friend that he carries into the room. He doesn't use the room too often and it shows, lacking the personal and lived-in touches, but there's a bed, and that's what matters right now.

Carefully, he carries Coreen to the bed, somehow managing to hold her with one arm as he pulls back the covers then moves to lay her down.

"Here we are, Cor."