He's speaking nonsense, which is bad, and then he sneezes right into her face, which is worse. Daine reels back with a reactive sneeze of her own, gives her fur a settling shake, and then huffs in annoyance. Is he ill? She can't remember the other versions of him ever getting sick, but if he's as old and widely-traveled as he claims to be, surely he's familiar with the idea of it, at least. What is he doing flopping about in the hall like this? If he's too sick to tend to the TARDIS, at least he could get himself into bed.

Clearly, wolf shape isn't going to cut it, and she can't shift back to human. Her clothes are elsewhere, and she's not about to ask the TARDIS for any favors given what a state she's in. The ship has enough to worry about. So she takes the closest thing to human shape that she has, and a moment later, there's a gorilla sticking her giant, leathery hands beneath the Doctor's arms and attempting to haul him into a sit.