He heard her voice, strangled, crying out for him in her sleep. "Doctor!" It was a repeated prayer tumbling down from her open lips, racing the tears that leave a shimmering gold in their wake.
He sat next to her holding her hand, brushing the lost blond locks of hair away from her distressed face, knowing not to wake her, but still trying to calm the storm in her mind. He whispers to her about everything and nothing, about Gallifrey, or the things Humanity did right, anything that will help her reach a peaceful sleep away from the vengeful nightmares that plague her innocence.
The sheets that are clenched in her small fists are finally able to breath as her tight grip loosens. Slowly her sleep deprived honey eyes blink open and she stares up at him, a smile slowly spreads across her familiar features. A blush covers up the smattering of freckles that rest on her cheeks.
He smiles down at her and presses a light kiss to the tip of her nose, and buries his face into his hair. His warm breath tickles her as he asks in a low voice if she is okay over, and over again.
She holds her close to him as his mantra dies down as she tells him that she's fine now that he's here.
They aren't going to talk about this in the morning but for some reason, that's alright with her.