She had tired, and still had not come to understand.
Not understanding, though that a commonplace state of being around the Doctor, was very tiring, too.
The warm little monkey had finally stopped clambering about her shoulder, the nape of her neck and the crook and the bend into her curtain of her being the place she'd spent half an hour trying to condition it ( him? her? ) into not climbing into, what with its tail ablaze and hers perhaps even a clearer fire hazard sign than hair of any other color. It now circularly scuttled about in front of her, hootingly scampering for sticks and stones, already too easily attached without good reason to wander far.
If the reason, of course, was not that her newly done up ponytail was even more fun to pull and ( once and never again ) try and swing on than it had been to play blanket fortress on her back before. That, or it just really liked small pots of heated babyfood. Donna had no idea what monkeys ate, and certainly not this kind ( if it even was one ), but she'd figured she wouldn't be able to do much wrong with a little slobber - down for the near toothless with banana mixed in.
Vitamins. Good for any kid.
She sat, at least, in a spot relatively green and quiet, one elbow perched upon her knee and then her chin set into her raised hand again, watching the small creature with a wisping smile, and frequently looking off in rising concern.
There'd been terribly many of the battles she'd almost been forced into along the road, and she didn't intend to ever let herself, or, mostly, the ape, partake in one ever again.
Sports? Worse than pitbull ... pits.
" Oi, c'mere then, you. Not too far off, alright? "