She was smiling, then. Well, of course she was, she couldn't remember the last time she'd been as happy as all of this. Another thing the last two weeks had taught her. As a teenager she'd thought she'd been in love. What she had with Jimmy was simply infatuation and Mickey? Well. She did care for him. A part of her loved him. But it couldn't compete with the absolute elation she felt just having this man next to her.
Absently, Rose let her fingers trail through his hair as she nodded. "I'm not leaving. I promise. You should rest, though. Martha's probably going to come in and scold me for keeping you awake all this time." She'd take it, though. It wouldn't be the first time she'd been scolded, after all, and it was worth it. Any time she got to spend with him, considering what could lie in store, was worth whatever she had to do. And to spend it holding him? Bring on the Daleks, because she'd face whatever she had to for that.
She kissed him again, more briefly this time, and much more gently. "Come on, let's get you settled. I'm going to need you well and healthy if we're going to make a proper go of this."