[ her thoughts and emotions go on their own adventure as he speaks, every second of it expressed on her face because she doesn't have a way to stop it and the doctor hasn't given a reason to yet.

first, there's surprise - and an inkling of fear, because she and doctors don't have the best history, but he says of a sort and continues on in a breeze, saying more in ten seconds than the white coats and masks and gloves ever spared her during their "treatments." then there's wonder again, intrigue at his curious way of looking at things. she imagines sunbeams and rain, thinks of simon chasing her through a downpour much to the chagrin of their parents, and her smile comes back that much brighter at the way the doctor manages to take her on a journey just through words alone.

it's like reading a story as it's written. her expressions change, his energy bubbles over, and the girl happily follows along for the ride. ]

Straight, but wényǎ de, like a proper gentleman.

[ she mimes the way his hair is always coifed back with her hands as though she's styling it with the comb and gel he uses. ]

He's a bit of a curmudgeon - curmudgeonly - but his smile's a good one. Enough so's you won't notice the wrinkles and grays.

[ that he... can't claim he doesn't has on account of not being here. it's a sobering thought but her smile only softens just so. ]

He would like you. Would hate it here, but he'd like you, I think.

[ doctor to doctor, perhaps, or if only for being someone river adores already. counts either way! ]