His eyes are huge, big and brown and overbright with the beginning of tears, and either she can't look away, or she simply doesn't want to. Her fingers continue their wondering exploration, passing over one of his eyebrows and then falling down to grip at his lapel.

'It's been--' How long? She doesn't know. Two years? Three? More? Since the younger Doctor found her stranded in the year 500,002. She knows she was with the Viyrans for millenia, but she'd only been awake for such a small time in all that, it's impossible to tell how long it's been, and she huffs a rueful little laugh, looking down. 'Well. It's been a long time for me too.'

Impulsively, she hugs him again. It's been a long, long time since she's been able to have this kind of physical affection, she realises suddenly, and she'd missed it.

'What happened?' she asks into his chest. 'I always thought-- if you'd survived, you would have come looking for me.'