[The tossing and turning wake her more than the muttering. It's that sense that the Doctor is near and moving about paired with a desire to make certain he's okay that drive her from sleep. She half sits, bleary and still half asleep. When she doesn't see the Doctor walking around, she leans across the bed, looking down at his nest of blankets. From there she slides off the bed, into the nest beside him, one hand going to his shoulder. She doesn't know what he's saying but from the expression on his face, it's nothing good. She tentatively reaches out, smoothing hair off his forehead.]