Summary: Vastra and Jenny talking on rooftops.
Vastra breathed in the night air as she looked up at the moon. Even after several years looking at it, Vastra still found it fascinating. She shivered and scolded herself for forgetting to dress warmer. This was cold London after all. The Silurian pondered staying out a little longer before she was startled by a thick blanket dropping onto her shoulders.
"Ma'am, please dress for the weather. I do not want to deal with your corpse in the morning."
Vastra smiled, pulling the blanket closer around her. "Join me?"
Jenny looked torn for a second before shrugging and joined Vastra under the blanket. After a few long moments, Jenny shifted restlessly, not used to moments of inactivity. "If you don't mind me asking, why do you come up here every night? Thought you lizards don't like the cold."
The Silurian pointed above them. "For that, the sky. During our hibernation, we would be periodically be awaken to check everything was running optimally before returning to our sleep."
Vastra fell silent as she thought about those long days when it was her turn. Broken machinery in very hard to reach areas. Endless tunnels of stone and silence. Gasping in recycled air as she adjusted to the changes their machines did to their bodies to account for the changing environment outside. Vastra took a breath, ignoring dirty taste of it. It wasn't recycled.
"I'm not sure how long we spent awake underneath the ground."
She noticed Jenny's fidgeting and smiled at that. Mammals always had to move. Or perhaps, it was just her mammal.
"What are your thoughts on our latest mystery?"
"Granny did it."
Amused, Vastra turned to Jenny who was looking out over the smoggy city. "Oh?"
"No way a lady like her would give up the jewels that easily."
The two women discussed the case a little longer before heading in. Vastra took one more brief look up at the sky before following Jenny.
It would still be there tomorrow.
