[In some way, she's grateful he doesn't comment on all the other stuff. The look in his eyes says enough, it's something that's familiar and comforting in its familiarity, despite being that look that the Doctor gives her whenever he's about to tell her that he's so sorry.
As his hand moves up toward her face, she reaches up to gently take hold of his wrist. Her eyes close, she takes in a shaky breath. She wants to hold him there, just like that, but the doors open and the moment is over. She drops her hold on him and smiles despite all the emotions charging right on through her.]
I thought we were just sightseeing, or trying to find the TARDIS, maybe?
[But he seems to have an actual destination in mind, which is nice, so she trails along after him out of the lift and out into the unknown. It's become the new normal for her, to barge out of that blue box and into things she doesn't know or understand, and to figure out ways to have it all make sense when things are all said and done.]
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As his hand moves up toward her face, she reaches up to gently take hold of his wrist. Her eyes close, she takes in a shaky breath. She wants to hold him there, just like that, but the doors open and the moment is over. She drops her hold on him and smiles despite all the emotions charging right on through her.]
I thought we were just sightseeing, or trying to find the TARDIS, maybe?
[But he seems to have an actual destination in mind, which is nice, so she trails along after him out of the lift and out into the unknown. It's become the new normal for her, to barge out of that blue box and into things she doesn't know or understand, and to figure out ways to have it all make sense when things are all said and done.]