Bloody humans, couldn't even be comforted properly.
The Doctor sat back on her bed a bit, looking at her face intensely while he scanned to see if she was still crying. Looked like they might be out of the woods.
"Yeah. Were you having a bad dream?" He made a point to keep his voice comforting. Nightmares were nothing to trifle with. He knew that much, at least.
With an idle hope that he never cried while dreaming of the Time War, he waited for her to see if she wanted to talk about it. Humans liked that sort of thing.