He didn't need to, of course, but at the sounds of those whispers he closed his eyes, head tilting back slightly. The feelings that followed stung behind his eyelids.

--He knew her story; had read it, heard it told in hundreds of languages, thousands of times in every Time, so the image didn't shock him. If anything, it was strangely comforting. Which was probably what she intended, in her own way.

"I think one of my biggest mistakes here was not to get to know you better," he remarked, stepping toward her. "You scared me, you know. That first time. And I suppose I've become rather overprotective of him in this place."

A smile for her encouragement. "Thank you. And I hope someone rubs your back for you when this is all over." And he took her hand.--