[He takes the time to wash his face and re-wrap his bandaged hand before he makes his way over. He sits down in the grass beside her with a huff, then snaps his fingers, encasing them both in a cozy bubble of silence.]

Sorry to hear your Doctor's gone, too. I liked that last world. Felt good to be somewhere pleasant. Go figure that we get back and suddenly we're missing so many people.

[He's been so wrapped up in his own woes that he hadn't actually noticed the Doctor's departure, and his immediate reaction isn't even to feel bad but to wonder which one. Decides he's not going to ask, though, because even when he feels like shit, he doesn't have to be his inner asshole to everyone around him.]