She wasn't going to cry. Been there, done that. She'd probably have some more crying for a while, on and off, as suddenly as a tap when it hits her that they aren't going to see the Doctor anymore and their adventures in time and space are over - this is it for them: Reality.

But no tears now.

"Always," she whispered back. "Can we hug like this while we make dinner or is that really inconvenient?" She was trying to shake the melancholy mood.