Oh, she was shivering. Poor thing. Ignoring his own condition, the Doctor sat beside Idris in the snow and placed his jacket around her shoulders. "Here," he told her tenderly, wrapping his arms around the woman and rubbing her arms and back to try and keep her warm. Even if she wasn't who she said she was (and given that she knew the words that only they knew - the first thing he'd ever said to her - there was little doubt in his mind), she was still cold and scared and in need of help. He was the Doctor; he had to do something.

"I'm not broken," he insisted, thinking she meant the yellow bruises and the few cuts that were left. "I just got blown up a bit, that's all. I'm used to it, I'll be fine."