Nothing better have changed much. If he went off and redecorated the old girl, she might've been a tad annoyed. But then, if it made him (and the TARDIS, of course) happy, then she would've waved it off easily. She would wave anything off if it made him happy. None of his... "I'm always alright" stuff.
She leaned her head into his shoulder, face breaking out into a grin. "A bit of a rough adventure? Now... that's hard to believe." She patted his arm with her unlinked arm, and just may have left it holding to the fabric longer than she needed. But any risk he could somehow still slip away...
"Don't think you've really had any of those, hm? Well," she hummed, "just as long as you always get out of it. And the TARDIS has no scratch marks on her."
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She leaned her head into his shoulder, face breaking out into a grin. "A bit of a rough adventure? Now... that's hard to believe." She patted his arm with her unlinked arm, and just may have left it holding to the fabric longer than she needed. But any risk he could somehow still slip away...
"Don't think you've really had any of those, hm? Well," she hummed, "just as long as you always get out of it. And the TARDIS has no scratch marks on her."