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Amy Pond (fairytale_pond) wrote in silverage,

The sight of Locke so casually getting undressed surprised Amy at first, and it was a moment or two or five before she caught herself staring. Only when he turned to her did she regain the common sense to look elsewhere. Married woman. Married woman, she reminded herself.

As Locke went on, however, Amy turned to face him again. His words just cemented what she'd already learned-- he was a fish so very far out of water. Not only did his home sound like a different place, with alien cities and creatures, but it sounded like a totally different way of life.

"You're really an adventurer, then?" Amy asked him. "I mean, I guess you could say I've been on some adventures, but what you're talkin' about sounds like some fantasy." More and more it was sounding like getting Locke home would require the Doctor's help.

Amy leaned forward on the bed and placed a hand on Locke's shoulder in what she hoped was a reassuring way. "I know it's hard right now, but let's just get some sleep and take things one step at a time." Making sure she had his attention, she continued, "I'm here, and I'll help you through this, I promise."

With that, she got up off the bed, crossed to the armchair in the opposite corner of the room, and curled up in it, trying to make herself comfortable. More than just a show to put Locke's mind at ease, Amy found that she really was exhausted. She smiled at Locke and bid him goodnight before closing her eyes and beginning to drift off.