The creature slumped not far from the Doctor’s feet, leaking yellowish ichor from a deep gash in one leg. What had moments earlier seemed like a terrifying monster bent on destruction, and possibly intent on eating anyone it met, now just looked pitiful and close to helpless, despite its size.
“There now.” The Doctor sank to his knees. “Nobody wants to hurt you, but you don’t belong here. Let me help you.”
Martha stepped forward, suddenly bold. “Maybe I can help too, I can clean and stitch that wound.”
The Doctor nodded. “And then we’ll see about getting her home.”