[ Good then, she nuzzles into his hair and lets her smile drop for just a second. Nothing about her support is false or fake, but all the same the smile aches with accumulated loss and knowledge that this will happen again and again and again, forever. That at least once it will be someone else consoling Doctor while she begins decades of slumber in preparation for being a different person. ]

That's what I'm here for. Just relax as best you can. [ Her voice and touch are soft and gentle, as close as she can get to what he deserves. ] If you want to talk, I'll listen. Or we can watch the sky, or I can sing something...