Oh yes. Yes, he can see she’s doing reasonably well. And that she’s still dependable and up for catching Doctors falling at her, which is just as well. He had to say she was much better than the floor, if that was any comfort, and he doesn't have it in him yet to sit up and get back on his feet. His eyes close for a moment at Eva's touch.
It's odd, actually. He hasn't had anyone touch his hair like that in...well. Easily longer than Eva's been alive most likely, probably much longer than that because everything's starting to blur together when you start getting old, between the adventures and all the friends you accumulate. For some reason he feels even more vulnerable than back under Sobek's idea of "mercy", the Doctor relaxing with a low sigh as Eva runs her hands through his hair. He cracks open an eye when she asks him what to do. Not that he needs the TARDIS or Stacy translating that. Amazing what loads of time on your hands, literally, and a hobby of Anything At All can do with picking up a few languages here and there across the universe.
It's another little bit of Earth on this horrid planet.
"Well," The Doctor flutters his hand. It trembles slightly as he brings it up to his chest, over the heart that's stopped. "Here. One of my hearts. See? Useless right now when you've only got the one."
Right now he has to struggle to remember what he wanted to ask her. It's not often he runs around putting one of his hearts out of commission and he's wondering if asking her to do what Martha Jones did will make it worse or if he should try to adjust to the terrible thought of one heart in this body. Oddly enough, Eva seems to have no problems at all with her one heart struggling to pump that blood throughout her human's body, the Doctor tilting his head slightly to gaze up at her. Flushed cheeks, looking the very picture of physical health. Amazing. Utterly amazing she can function like that!
Re: Eleven and Eva
It's odd, actually. He hasn't had anyone touch his hair like that in...well. Easily longer than Eva's been alive most likely, probably much longer than that because everything's starting to blur together when you start getting old, between the adventures and all the friends you accumulate. For some reason he feels even more vulnerable than back under Sobek's idea of "mercy", the Doctor relaxing with a low sigh as Eva runs her hands through his hair. He cracks open an eye when she asks him what to do. Not that he needs the TARDIS or Stacy translating that. Amazing what loads of time on your hands, literally, and a hobby of Anything At All can do with picking up a few languages here and there across the universe.
It's another little bit of Earth on this horrid planet.
"Well," The Doctor flutters his hand. It trembles slightly as he brings it up to his chest, over the heart that's stopped. "Here. One of my hearts. See? Useless right now when you've only got the one."
Right now he has to struggle to remember what he wanted to ask her. It's not often he runs around putting one of his hearts out of commission and he's wondering if asking her to do what Martha Jones did will make it worse or if he should try to adjust to the terrible thought of one heart in this body. Oddly enough, Eva seems to have no problems at all with her one heart struggling to pump that blood throughout her human's body, the Doctor tilting his head slightly to gaze up at her. Flushed cheeks, looking the very picture of physical health. Amazing. Utterly amazing she can function like that!