[ Focusing on them is his own anchor through this. The danger isn't completely passed, they still need to actually get out, but his relief is a palpable, all-consuming feeling when he sees Red. What's happened here between the three of them in this labyrinth is like nothing he's ever witnessed before. His thoughts are swirling, turning over so many things; doors that were opened in his mind that shouldn't have been, a maelstrom of emotions - among them, fear and worry and love and fierce protectiveness - and he doesn't know how to even begin to process it all. He can't begin to think at length about any of it at all, at least, not now. Having never before experienced the power of a spell like Vanessa's or the transformation of Red into Cerberus and back, the Doctor couldn't be entirely sure of anything at all, least of all that they'd come out of this still breathing. For that small mercy, he's grateful.
And, for a moment, he needs to just assure himself of the solid weight of Red, to know that she's here and alive. It still feels like they don't have time for pleasantries, for words of comfort and assurance, but they can spare this, just this, for now.
Closing the gap between them, the Doctor reaches out to hug her gently. ]
She's safe, but we have to move quickly. Are you okay?
[ Okay enough to move, that is. Is she okay? Well, that's an answer for another day, he presumes. It certainly is for him. ]
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And, for a moment, he needs to just assure himself of the solid weight of Red, to know that she's here and alive. It still feels like they don't have time for pleasantries, for words of comfort and assurance, but they can spare this, just this, for now.
Closing the gap between them, the Doctor reaches out to hug her gently. ]
She's safe, but we have to move quickly. Are you okay?
[ Okay enough to move, that is. Is she okay? Well, that's an answer for another day, he presumes. It certainly is for him. ]