"...Yeah," Amy replied, once again lacking anything better to say. "I feel like I ought to apologize for those cracks, like they were partially my fault somehow." She shuddered, remembering the crack in her bedroom wall so many years ago. "Still," she continued, lightening the mood, "I remembered him-- and you-- and brought you both back, right? That ought to make up for something."
Amy sighed as she found herself faced with trying to explain to a time machine the basic needs of human anatomy. Where was Rory when she really needed him?
"That's true, but when a human's not feeling so well, sometimes we need rest. Granted, I don't know if that'll help your problem of fading dimensions or whatever it was. I just thought I'd offer."