Well, that's woken the Doctor up a bit. Daine could do without all the jostling, though. For a tense moment or two, she thinks the Doctor actually intends to clamber atop her as if she was a convenient piece of furniture and he was a lady of the court who'd just spied a mouse. Honestly. The floor might be unsightly, but it doesn't seem dangerous.

"I'm open to suggestions," she says with deliberate calm. As if she knows the first thing about how to treat an ailing time ship, let alone an ailing time lord. Her magic only works on animals, and the healing she learned from Ma was only for humans. Goddess knows if any of it would work on an alien.

... The TARDIS does have that two-legger shape, though. Maybe that part of her is too close to alien, too, but at least they could talk to it, and that'd be a step up from where they are, now. "If we found the TARDIS's human shape and treated that, would it help the rest of her?" she asks, looking up at the Doctor.