She can't feel his emotions the way she normally does, interwoven and connected with her own consciousness, but it's almost as though she doesn't need to. She's been with him for so long, and she's learned to read him so well that she knows, in her heart, how he's aching.

Sexy hums quietly, a soft tune, a child's rhyme from waaaaay back when. It's a comfort thing, to share that connection to their home world, when all of the history has been lost and only the two of them remain.

"When are we?" She asks after a moment, squeezing his hands as if to reassure him that she's not leaving. He seems...unusually put about, and Sexy wonders where her casing is, and how she ended up crossing Ten's path - how he's so out of his own time, missing her like this.