Oh, Daine! That's a relief, and a bit amazing; she hadn't seen her change her entire appearance like this before. Though the reassurance is rather damped by her claiming the Doctor to be ill. Calliope isn't terribly familiar with illnesses herself; cherubs get injured plenty, but apparently not ill. From what she understands, however, the two concepts are fairly similar and equal in nastiness. Poor Doctor!

She returns Daine's wave and walks the rest of the way up to them, now concentrating the full force of her concern and remaining confusion on the Doctor. "I'm sure it is only a misunderstanding," she tries diplomatically, glancing between the two of them. "But... you are on the floor." And looking awfully pallid, and his voice is sounding not right at all. What does one do with an ill friend? Daine doesn't seem too concerned, but Calliope wrings her hands a bit anyway, looking to her other friend for help. "Will he be ill for long?"