The intensity of their connection must have lingered, because at this distance -- or lack of it -- Reinette could sense a great deal of the Doctor's thoughts. Not perfectly formed, perhaps, or clearly read. But the general sense was there.

She smiled beneath his kiss, even as she was reminded that the Doctor kissed as he spoke. Quickly, with a command of both the language, and herself, he was utterly unique.

And she was far from the wonderful his thoughts proclaimed.

Gently, her teeth caught his lower lip to remind him as much.

Reinette knew she was being selfish allowing things to progress so. Even this far. He was exhausted -- bruised. But she could not bring herself to point as much out.