Tears sting the rims of her eyes as she stops. She should have figured. She ceases immediately when she sees the look on the Doctor's face. The tension goes out of her shoulders as if a cable between them is cut.

"Are you alright?" She places a hand over his on her cheek, hungry for the contact, something to ground her, lapping it up like milk. He can probably feel the stress radiating off her. If he's doing his little mind probe thing, he can find all the awful things she did in the last few days, and she can learn all the horrible things that happened to him.

She leans down, planning to wrap an arm around his back and pull him into a sitting position with her, but figuring that's too stressful, she changes her mind and lays on the floor besides him.