For a moment, the Doctor remained silent. He'd just come from a nightmare himself; what could he say to that? It was never just a nightmare; his own were inevitably comprised of memories, or else the fear of what he might one day become. But now was not the sort of time to be concerned about his own thoughts and feelings; Yuna was hurt, and needed comfort.

Carefully, the Time Lord stepped closer to her, his eyes filled with sorrow and understanding. "You, too?" he managed, smiling weakly.