"I will," the Doctor reassured Yuna, already feeling much better due to her kindness. "Besides, I'm certain you'll just try to make sure I'm alright on your own, anyway." Yuna was kind and gentle, and determined enough that already it sounded like something she might do. "And you've done plenty." He held up his mug of tea, sipping it some more. He let Yuna head back to her room in order to rest, simply choosing to drink the rest of his mug in silence.

His face darkened once the former summoner was out of sight - he couldn't let the silver-haired man do this to anyone else, not if he could help it. The Doctor would throw himself in front of someone who was threatened, if it came to that. However, the Doctor's train of thought didn't last long due to a combination of his injuries, starvation and exhaustion, and it wasn't long before the Time Lord drifted off into a deep and troubled sleep.