Ugh, God, she was tired of feeling bad but it had just been a few days. Just a few days since she'd been trapped in a robotic suit, a few days since she'd become totally inhuman, a few days since she'd seen the Doctor fight to what had appeared to be the end of his life just to save a handful of people. And Nardole. She hoped Nardole had made it.
She wiped at her eyes but smiled at Trystan - the touch was simple but sweet and more understanding than the words 'I'm sorry' because why apologize? Godric seemed to know that too. "Yeah. Only person who ever thought I was worth something. He sacrificed himself to save a colony from invading forces." That seemed like easy enough phrasing for them to understand. Not that they were stupid - it was just different worlds.
"But you've got each other, so that's brilliant. I bet it's nice to have family, to not be separated." Bill did not have a real family. Her foster mother was never very good at the mother part of that. The Doctor had been the closest thing she'd ever had to a father. Well, she had Hippocrates now so she wouldn't be alone and there'd always be someone there to take care of and have care about her. But before that...