[ Like an itch on the surface of the skin begging to be addressed, it takes all of the Doctor's restraint not to inquire further. It wouldn't ever be because he wants to trouble Erik further or impose his will or be nosy to be rude, far from it. It's only that the Doctor believes he can help, fix, make things perhaps marginally better, if even for a moment. But there are some hurts that can't be mended, some pain that runs too deep. No amount of words, certainly not with a stranger, will fix any of it.
He's learning that, too, slowly. It's in Erik's short reply and the way he walks off that tells the Doctor he'd be wise not to press. And one day, perhaps in the future, he'll have earned the chance to help in a different way.
The words in Polish are understood (only because the Doctor knows nearly every language, too), but it only reinforces he ought to follow his companion's lead and follow him more quickly up ahead. ]
We're not far from the crystals, I see them up ahead.
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He's learning that, too, slowly. It's in Erik's short reply and the way he walks off that tells the Doctor he'd be wise not to press. And one day, perhaps in the future, he'll have earned the chance to help in a different way.
The words in Polish are understood (only because the Doctor knows nearly every language, too), but it only reinforces he ought to follow his companion's lead and follow him more quickly up ahead. ]
We're not far from the crystals, I see them up ahead.