Her answer to that, Reinette supposed, was not original. It was nothing that several people had not already told him -- shared through their own naked emotion through the years. She had seen that. Sensed that. Understood that. But it did not make it any less true.

You are worth it.

Not were worth it. Are. Even after the events of the afternoon. Even separated from more than half of what he was, and would be again, the sentiment still held true.

She was breathing his air now, they were that close. It was hot, but it was theirs. And much like the words that had been uttered before, Reinette still imagined that in many ways, they could still belong to her.

After all, there might have only been one Doctor? But there was only one her as well. So the two of them were utterly unique. His kiss, to her mouth. His touch, on her skin. The bed that cradled them instead of the music room of before. It was theirs. And the words? Hers then.

Reinette's hips faltered slightly as a fresh wave of pleasure caught her but did not quite take her away.

You are worth the waiting.