"You've been through a lot together," she also points out.

Her eyes glaze over with the memory of Doc riding into Milliways, his gut purple with blood and the black dye from his clothes, the coat of his dark bay stained here and there with droplets of red.

'Mary, Mother of God!'

She shakes the memory from her mind, letting her thick, blonde hair obscure her face.

"I see a lot of you in him," she murmurs.