(closed) dust your conscience off

[scholiast]

who: lucretia + cr (hmu for a starter!)
what: catch-all
when: october
where: whichever way the wind blows
warnings: n/a, will be updated as needed! :)

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[tutee]

[ Bill is crying, just a single line of tears down her cheek, and in a corner of her mind she wonders, is it mine or hers? But she's smiling, because everything's alright. Everything's wonderful. It was horrible for so long, but now it's grand. ]

I can't... I don't know what to say. So much happened. Years. [ She may look a little older. She did spend about a decade at the bottom of that ship. ]

[scholiast]

(Oh, no. Lucretia glances around, looking for a tissue box– there's one on Bill's desk, which she cross the room to take, and proffers to her. She's smiling through her tears though, which is... good? Though what's truly good is that she doesn't seem to be made of metal despite all that she just saw.)

Give it a moment to sink in. It's a lot to process all at once, especially when you skip so far ahead at once.

[tutee]

[ It's only when Lucretia offers her a tissue that Bill realizes she's been crying. She takes it, smiling. ]

Things are... [ Her voice cracks. She swallows, tries again. ] I got separated, from the Doctor, for... years. And it-- they changed me.

[ She doesn't want to say who "they" were. Doesn't want to think about the Master who'd worn a mask and pretended to be her friend. ]

But I'm better now! I'm whole again, I'm me again, only... different.

[scholiast]

(That's okay. Lucretia doesn't ask. She's all too familiar with how confusing the additional information load can be; she can be curious and ask questions another time.)

Different, (she echoes. Bill does look older, but aside from that she seems more or less the same. Aside from the:) Does this have something to do with all of the water on the floor?