Reinette did indeed feel as if she were being drawn up inside him, and there was something deeply sensual in that action. No matter how powerful they might be, ultimately? Women were the vessel. Often a place to be occupied, more than a person. But for this moment it felt as if they were -- in one place. Something was shared, rather than occupied. There was a soft moan that undercut her sigh as they connected.

The wall was still there, solid, and in Reinette's mind at least she lipped between him, and it as she opened up her own thoughts as well. She might not have the stars as he knew them, but she did have how she had seen them through him. It was unique, a hazy filter of silverly blue draped over them. It teased across exposed, sensitive skin as she offered it freely.

The first wave of his emotion washed over her, and Reinette briefly struggled with it. She tasted each of the achingly familiar words with her mouth, assuring that none were gratitude. Or at the very least, gratitude alone. Fingernails catching at the Doctor's shoulders, she kissed him deeper still.