The comfort of his hand, knowing she some how survived, his nearness.... she slept longer than she had anticipated, longer than she would have guessed she ever could. Between the work the medical team had done on her, his presence, and the sleep, when she woke up, naturally, she was much healed. Hungry. But... that could wait.

A small lazy smile worked its way across her lips as her opened and she saw him, realized he still held her hand. Physical affection from her bow-tied boy, she enjoyed. But since this Doctor touched so much more rarely, it was so much more special. How long had he been holding her hand? Since she didn't recall taking his hand... had he taken hers? Warmth filled her as she smiled at him, laying on her side, facing him,

"Hello, Sweetie."