[The way he says these things with such conviction and confidence makes her heart race. He shouldn't be telling her these things, not when he's likely going to put himself in harm's way by promising them. She can't let him die or get harmed because he's close to her, because he's become wrapped up in her mess.

But at the same time, having someone there to carry the weight with her feels like an immense relief. More tears fall, and she can only nod her head in response at first. Her cheek leans into his touch as a soft sob escapes her throat, making her lips quiver. She hates crying, but the tears don't seem to stop right away. All the emotion she's kept bottled up since arriving comes pouring out now, until she's left bare in a way that has her feeling at her most vulnerable.

She's not weak. She refuses to be weak. But she can let him be there for her in this.]

Together. [She finally speaks, turning her head to press a kiss to his palm.] I won't forget you promised.

[She takes a second to try and compose herself without removing herself from the situation, eyes closing as she takes a steadying breath.]

Sorry. I shouldn't have just dropped that on your lap. But I had to tell someone, and I trust you. The Doctor can never know, though. Neither of them can.