He felt her sigh against his chest and carefully ran his palm down her hair. He'd never done such a thing before, but the movement was well practiced, designed to soothe. It felt... He tightened his jaw and looked toward the door where the daleks screamed for their deaths.
She'd been here alone for a year. "You hacked the security systems of a set of genocidal robots?" he asked lightly, hoping to lift her mood a little. "Now I really am amazed. Almost worth a shirt, that one."
He didn't stop petting her hair, and he didn't stop holding her close. Daleks or no, he wouldn't have given this up willingly.