"Yeh," she said, not quite managing a smile. She wanted to smile for him, but she was covered in her own blood, and she saw in him the same desperation she'd felt so many times before -- the desperation born from being apart from someone who mattered. Someone who meant more than anything else, anyone else.
Rubbing the back of her neck, she eyed Sam and then the Doctor.
"You know," she said carefully. "You two have already set expectations that you are working together. The whole tavern saw it. Maybe you should decide on a reason why you aren't working together anymore. Just in case people ask."
It seemed like such a small thing, but... Rose had learned long ago that small things were never small at all. They could come back to hurt you if you weren't careful. She didn't want Sam, Ezekiel, or the Doctor hurt, not for the world.