[Narvin gives the tiniest flinch when Kay mentions PTSD from a terrorist experience. He is quite sure his brain is fine, just fine. He insists upon it, even. He does not have any mental disorder of any sort, and if he did have trauma he'd partition it away. But these recent explosions have got him tense, on edge, prone to nightmares.

But he listens carefully to everything that Kay has to say. And at the end of it all, he nods slowly. He still wants to know everything he can, but Kay has given him something to think about.]

A looming is...I suppose the closest human analogues would be something like a cross between a baby shower and a first birthday. When an infant Gallifreyan is taken from the loom, there is a formal gathering of the House. The name of the newest member is presented and entered into the ledgers. And tombing is much what it sounds like. It is the ceremony where we inter the dead in the crypt after the funeral and the reading of the will, and verify that their consciousness has been uploaded to the Matrix.