[And it does work. Gradually, because carrying Vastra after she's collapsed is like carrying a block of ice: heavy and cold. But once her body has warmed, she slowly comes to. Almost as though she's been drugged and it's still partially in her system.]
[When she can feel her arms again, Vastra pushes herself up in the bed, just onto her elbow and hip and looks blearily around the room. She does eventually spot the one who obviously carried her back to civilization (and thank god, it's not all ice and snow).]
How long was I out? [She asks, checking her nails and her arms and clothes. Same dress, she isn't shedding, and her nails still look under control.]
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[When she can feel her arms again, Vastra pushes herself up in the bed, just onto her elbow and hip and looks blearily around the room. She does eventually spot the one who obviously carried her back to civilization (and thank god, it's not all ice and snow).]
How long was I out? [She asks, checking her nails and her arms and clothes. Same dress, she isn't shedding, and her nails still look under control.]