"Hey!" The Doctor is treated to one of Jamie's mildly vexed faces as he's poked, but the Time Lord is right. As pleasant as thoughts of Victoria are, they're not meditation. With a sigh, he shifts position slightly, dislodging a small stone that isn't bothering him now but might, should things keep going at this rate.

Once he's settled that to his satisfaction, he lets his eyes slip closed, dutifully pushing thoughts of that particular bonny lassie aside and trying to think of just his breathing. He takes a deep breath, then another. As he does so, he can feel himself slowly starting to relax, a bit of an ache he hadn't quite realized he had easing some. He can feel the rise and fall of his chest, his lungs filling with air that's still quite hot and sticky even as the last of the daylight fades into evening.

Even so, he's not sure where to go from here, and he can't help but ask, "Now what, Doctor?"

At least he didn't open his eyes this time.