"Nothing you haven't done for me in the past," the Doctor replied. He remembered the TARDIS's pain, and how Jack took that away from her, nearly sacrificing himself in the process. The arguments earlier that night seemed to pale in comparison to what he'd done for the Doctor and the TARDIS before.

He leaned back against the cave wall again, pulling one knee up to lean his arms against, letting his injured leg stay prone. It was cold, but so long as he concentrated, he couldn't really feel it. There were more important things right now than cold, like helping Jack heal.

"First your shirt, now your trousers. I think you're just looking for a new wardrobe," he teased.