If Morgana knew what a Freudian slip is, right now, she would detest Freud. His big, dopey grin is making her feel like she's walked right into something, but she's not entirely sure what that is. Then again, she is still unaccustomed to being that agreeable with the Doctor. Perhaps, she just does not know how.

"You still owe me a trip to the Western Sea." Clearly, that is what she meant but a trip to the Western Sea also means a return home, permanently.

She frowns for a moment before taking his proffered hand.