“And anyways, I was right!” he asserted. “Here you are, flying around in one piece, not even a nibble off you! Absolute sweetheart, she was, just a bit…hyper and distracted, that’s all. Knew you could handle ‘er just fine, no need to get your wings in a twist.”
“Wings in a- Pray to a rock!” Bowman blurted, irate in spite of how well the situation had gone.
“Bowman, pull up!” he called, cupping a hand around his mouth with his right hand to save Zepheera from the worst of the shout. “Lose ‘er in the canopy and meet us outside the TARDIS!” With that, the Doctor hurried back the way they’d come.
“We can’t leave him alone with her!” Zepheera protested even as she flattened herself to the Doctor’s shoulder for stability.
“Oh, he’ll be fine! He’s got the fastest wings in Wellwood, remember?”
This has been a blasted weird day already, he thought to himself, begrudgingly opening his wings to flit towards the door to the TARDIS.
The Doctor blinked at Bowman’s sudden jaunt, following him to the coral-like support he was now hiding in. In retrospect, he should’ve seen this coming; Zepheera had done the same thing her first time on the TARDIS, except she didn’t have wings.
Borrowed Time and Space 