He was just passing by, really. A shortcut through a graveyard. Places he found peaceful, generally speaking. If only because so few bad things tended to happen when he was in them.
But on his way back to the TARDIS, he saw someone - and her manner was...well. Something about it drew his interest. Call it Time Lord instincts, perhaps. But he preferred to think of it as simple compassion.
He moved quietly over towards her, careful to be visible - though in red velvet and an opera cape, that wasn't terribly hard.
"Do you need any help with that? I've got a spare handkerchief I could lend to the effort."
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But on his way back to the TARDIS, he saw someone - and her manner was...well. Something about it drew his interest. Call it Time Lord instincts, perhaps. But he preferred to think of it as simple compassion.
He moved quietly over towards her, careful to be visible - though in red velvet and an opera cape, that wasn't terribly hard.
"Do you need any help with that? I've got a spare handkerchief I could lend to the effort."