His tears had very few places to travel but between them, mingling with the sweat and sorrow that was already there. Her own face was damp and it occurred to Reinette that they must have been shed as they built the wall, in the face of the Doctor's pain. She had been completely unaware of them, else Reinette would never have allowed them to happen.

"The stars are still here," Reinette spoke quietly. She brushed the Doctor's hand to her temple again. "Here, what you shared with me. And just outside as well. Maybe not their best, or brightest, or how you have known them. But they are still here. And you are still here as well."

The last, the most important.