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I hate it when she cries.

I am not crying.

You were.

I'm not any longer. It was nothing.

*cups her chin in his hand and raises it up* You're a terrible liar, Nyssa of Traken.

That's because I'm so pure.

*moves to wrap an arm around her, just barely, and pats her back* You should rest.

...I'm very tired, Doctor. *sets her head on his shoulder and closes her eyes for a moment*

I know. It's been hard for you. Go on. *nudges her, carefully*