[ The Doctor's hearing is very good, better than a human's. When there's the sound of rustling and slight movement coming from behind the party, he starts to hang back. What if what they're looking for is actually looking for them instead?
Veering off to the side, the Doctor puts himself behind a tree, quiet and waiting. What he does see makes a spike of frustration in him when things really are fraught enough.
Leaning forward as the boy passes, he reaches out a hand to Conan's shoulder, hopefully getting a good enough grip on his clothing in the process to stop him from running and he whispers quickly and quietly. ]
It's me, don't call out. What are you doing out here? [ The irritation in his voice should be apparent. ]
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Veering off to the side, the Doctor puts himself behind a tree, quiet and waiting. What he does see makes a spike of frustration in him when things really are fraught enough.
Leaning forward as the boy passes, he reaches out a hand to Conan's shoulder, hopefully getting a good enough grip on his clothing in the process to stop him from running and he whispers quickly and quietly. ]
It's me, don't call out. What are you doing out here? [ The irritation in his voice should be apparent. ]