"Of course I didn't. You need sleep if we're going to have to run again."
The Doctor bustled around Daniel. Call it a one man bustle. Daniel wasn't exactly helping on that front, so the Doctor took it upon himself to bustle for the two of them.
The problem, though, with traveling light was there wasn't much to actually bustle with.
Not when everything was in his pockets and all he really could do was dismantle the smelly moss blanket and turn it into a poncho for Daniel, which...only took all of two seconds, really, leaving the Doctor to bustle about looking for something to do that didn't quite involve dismantling the Halgonic shelter around Daniel's head. The longer Daniel took to wake up, the more and more tempted the Doctor looked with doing just that anyway. After a moment, the Doctor reached into his pocket, searched around for a bit and then promptly went for his other pocket. He pulled out another piece of toast that may have seen better days and was about to offer it to Daniel when apparently he had second thoughts.
With a smile, the Doctor dusted off the toast's crust, flicked off a stray bit of lint, and held it out to Daniel.
"Here. Sorry, bit short on jam."
With enough sleep and some food in him, the Doctor was fairly certain Daniel could keep up. After all, he'd proven to be remarkable at running, ducking, dodging, weaving and climbing things yesterday, so with enough proper rest, he should be able to do the same. Just in case. Something hooted and then cackled a few trees down, sounding like a cross between a howler monkey and a hyena, the Doctor glancing over in interest and seeming not too threatened that it could be a big monster with a taste for refugee flesh.
He was probably too bony himself and Daniel -- Daniel was Daniel. Actually, he probably would make a much, much better meal, the Doctor reminding himself to keep Daniel away from any howler-monkey hyenas that might be sharing the forest with them.
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The Doctor bustled around Daniel. Call it a one man bustle. Daniel wasn't exactly helping on that front, so the Doctor took it upon himself to bustle for the two of them.
The problem, though, with traveling light was there wasn't much to actually bustle with.
Not when everything was in his pockets and all he really could do was dismantle the smelly moss blanket and turn it into a poncho for Daniel, which...only took all of two seconds, really, leaving the Doctor to bustle about looking for something to do that didn't quite involve dismantling the Halgonic shelter around Daniel's head. The longer Daniel took to wake up, the more and more tempted the Doctor looked with doing just that anyway. After a moment, the Doctor reached into his pocket, searched around for a bit and then promptly went for his other pocket. He pulled out another piece of toast that may have seen better days and was about to offer it to Daniel when apparently he had second thoughts.
With a smile, the Doctor dusted off the toast's crust, flicked off a stray bit of lint, and held it out to Daniel.
"Here. Sorry, bit short on jam."
With enough sleep and some food in him, the Doctor was fairly certain Daniel could keep up. After all, he'd proven to be remarkable at running, ducking, dodging, weaving and climbing things yesterday, so with enough proper rest, he should be able to do the same. Just in case. Something hooted and then cackled a few trees down, sounding like a cross between a howler monkey and a hyena, the Doctor glancing over in interest and seeming not too threatened that it could be a big monster with a taste for refugee flesh.
He was probably too bony himself and Daniel -- Daniel was Daniel. Actually, he probably would make a much, much better meal, the Doctor reminding himself to keep Daniel away from any howler-monkey hyenas that might be sharing the forest with them.