The Doctor came closer swiftly when he heard that voice. "Rose? Rose Tyler?" He broke into a wide grin and came up right to the foot of that large couch, and that was when he'd be able to see her, peeking out from under that blanket. That Frenchman had done it, kept her safe. And she was here.. so where was he? Well, himself. His other self. He could think about that later.
And once Rose got her eyes to adjust to the light, she'd be able to better make out the other man's form, and those big ears. And eventually, that goofy, but extremely pleased smile.
"It is you." He announced, his knees hitting the edge of the couch. He was so pleased to see her, of course.. but it wasn't any great surprise, he had already been told that she was here, after all. The Frenchman had told her. "Are you alright?" He was offering his hand down to her, to help her sit up in the large, comfortable 'bed'. Rose was alright. His Rose. The thought, somehow, made him extremely happy.