Maybe it was the touching the darkness and coming back, it felt like -- her soul just .... stunk of death. There was fear her child would smell it on her and there was just general fear and inability to cope with it. So she didn't sleep and her PTSD ran rapid though she had taken something. The Doctor was always kind and his company was just so calming, he was her best friend and there was nothing that she could say or do to take it back from it. She felt like a strange sense of ownership to parts of him, having seen previous faces from his last incarnations. It was a raw friendship, having told him things little to nobody really knew about her. Tinkering was a favourite thing she did before the Miracle and even the 456. It kept her mind easy, he could easily put her on a project and she'd feel nearly proud of herself for the focus on it and less on her anxieties.
Letting him inside, she chuckled. "Sara isn't home, I think she's with Oliver or Leonard. I am not quite sure, but she isn't here so you don't have to be half as quiet. Anwen is with Jack, I haven't had the balls to talk to him yet with the knowledge that I died and he most likely... was there. I remember sending him a comm, but that's about it. I don't really remember over what and what circumstances, so I haven't quite found him," It was hard, especially since he thought she'd remain dead. "That weird sense that you touch darkness and it spreads from your fingers all the way to your soul, I feel it, but it's like a void of confusion touching that darkness. I am confused, y'know?" Moving to the couch, Gwen had him shut the door behind him when he moved further inside. "I feel wrong. I have no idea why, but I do...."