As the Doctor began strolling away, the little girl giggled. “Dinosaur pyjamas really?” She called out teasingly right before he disappeared, before turning her attention back to Eidanorakulanden. “It’s all right.” She murmured gently. “They don’t let me have too much sugar, either. They say it’s bad for the teeth.” Amelia informed her with an indignant snort, as if she had a hard time believing that something so yummy could ever be bad.
As Eidanorakulanden started making her way to the kitchen, Amelia still silently promised herself not to give her too many biscuits. She wordlessly walked along for a while, before getting an idea that made her grin. She tapped Eidanorakulanden’s back gently to catch her attention before lowering herself to match her level. “Race ya to the kitchen!” Amelia called, before getting up and running off with a giggle.
Eidanorakulanden was clearly not expecting Amelia to start a race, and the grimallkin gave a slight cry of surprise as the irrepressible child started running off, her feet skittering against the floor for a moment before getting their grips — and then she was off.
For as frail as she looked, Nora was actually very fast. What she lacked in strength she made up for in speed, and she was quick to catch up to Amelia, matching her pace for a second in greeting before darting a little further ahead, and then doubling around to run a few circles around her. She made the same trilling-bark noise from before, and then darted the rest of the way down the corridor until she reached the kitchen, and she sat in front of the open doorway in triumph, peeking down the hall as she waited for Amelia to catch up.