"That's good," he replied. He thought he'd seen her moving in her sleep, but if she had no dreams...well, that was for the better. He had nightmares for decades after the War. He still did, sometimes.

He put some toast on a plate and offered her it and some tea. Ever the domestic Doctor...just the idea felt a bit wrong. But she needed it and he wasn't about to have her go hungry.

"A little," he lied. No use having her worry on top of all of it.