One problem at a time - in this form, it's really all she can handle. This isn't the first time she's had the Doctor crossing his own time stream, and if she had to place bets, Sexy is probably safe to assume it won't be the last. She doesn't even consider assuming any guilt about it, but then, she's never had very long to adjust to the human perspective of things (or, humanoid, in this case). The closeness means something very different to her, and Sexy supposes he must know that to have done it in the first place.

"Aye, no, stop that." Sexy taps her thumb against the Doctor's cheek, looking at him intently. She recognized that look, the inner turmoil associated with it. "It's okay. It's always been okay, aye?"

"You didn't go," Her free hand pats his shoulder, brushing away nonexistent dirt. His suit is exactly as she last saw them, right down to the dirt on his trainers. "Not really. You always are, you see?"