"That would mean us seperating," the Doctor said, "You to our enemies and me to the French. I think we're better off if we stay together."

He wanted to take her hand, to hold her. He wasn't warm like she was, the cold hurt but it wasn't so bad for him. He worried for her, but he couldn't show it, because that would be far worse.

"We could make it to them later," he said, "When we're closer to land. They can't want to stay in this icy weather for very long, they probably just saw us as easy targets back at port."