Iman's and the Doctor's generosity must simply be as endless as this box, that's the only explanation for what is happening here. And Calliope hardly knows how to respond to it. Granted, Iman isn't offering any more reassurances after her regrettable arguments, but she doesn't blame her for that, and she does bring up an important and practical issue instead. It's a good thing she's thinking of this, because Calliope still has trouble grasping the fact that this isn't a dream bubble.
And it seems that the matter is decided as suddenly as it was brought up, before she could even begin to worry about it. She flinches slightly at the Doctor's stern pointing, but a second later it's obvious he is just doing it for emphasis, not because he is tossing her out. And his offer (or order) is once again hard to take in. Her, live here? She looks up at the shining, almost golden ceiling in renewed awe, marveling aloud, "Could there even be anything better?" The cheery chiming sounds that seem to come from the central column almost as though in response to her words are absolutely splendid too.
She still can't believe her good fortune, and is still so worried that something awful is going to happen, but far be it from her to argue again when she's been told in no uncertain terms not to. So she turns to the Doctor, still somewhat teary eyed but now with a shy smile on her face, too. "I do not know how I could possibly thank you enough. You won't notice I am here at all, I will be as quiet as a door mouse, I promise." Looking up at Iman, she adds, "And thank you, too. Will you visit?" It would be so sad to lose contact with a friend she's only just made.
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And it seems that the matter is decided as suddenly as it was brought up, before she could even begin to worry about it. She flinches slightly at the Doctor's stern pointing, but a second later it's obvious he is just doing it for emphasis, not because he is tossing her out. And his offer (or order) is once again hard to take in. Her, live here? She looks up at the shining, almost golden ceiling in renewed awe, marveling aloud, "Could there even be anything better?" The cheery chiming sounds that seem to come from the central column almost as though in response to her words are absolutely splendid too.
She still can't believe her good fortune, and is still so worried that something awful is going to happen, but far be it from her to argue again when she's been told in no uncertain terms not to. So she turns to the Doctor, still somewhat teary eyed but now with a shy smile on her face, too. "I do not know how I could possibly thank you enough. You won't notice I am here at all, I will be as quiet as a door mouse, I promise." Looking up at Iman, she adds, "And thank you, too. Will you visit?" It would be so sad to lose contact with a friend she's only just made.