They were both battered and bruised, of that Reinette had no doubt. Him much moreso than her, yet both the sort that would wear even worse tomorrow. She would most certainly need to dress in something with sleeves.

"...and ends with umph, yes," Reinette smiled. There was pleasure there, however small, at the familiar between them. Though she would never make such an undignified sound as that as she attempted to stand, and guide the Doctor with her.


Reinette's hand grasped the Doctor's own, fingers lacing.