"Do you think he'll be able to get better?" How did someone get better from being aged thirty years? Bones would mend, and so would flesh, but age? That was harder to fathom. And how had Higgs Age him? That was just scary. She shuttered.
"I'll meet you down there, then." He could have a choice when it came to eating and drinking, right? She had almost left the balcony, maybe a little too eager to see the good Doctor. When she had come back to ask "I know you don't have to drink, but do you want some tea? Or coffee maybe?" A light blush covering her cheeks.