As often as he could, he looked back at her through the rearview mirror. He was not the most adept driver; he'd never had to be. But he could drive the familiar path from the Opera House to his manor in the middle of the night. This was not a feat out of his reach.
Still, he was spending more time watching the road than he would have liked. Perhaps it was a little foolish to knock his driver unconscious. If he were not driving now, he could be seeing to her wounds instead.
"Arie," he said, hearing the hitch and suspecting what it might mean - but leaving her secrets to her all the same. "I have not heard of Coldwater Burn before, or of a TARDIS. You're in The City, and it sounds to me that you've just arrived. I'll be happy to tell you more about this place when we arrive at my home. My wife will doubtlessly coo over you. Please forgive her; she has a mother's heart and we are childless."
But even as he made his apologies for his wife, it was clear that the man loved her greatly. His deep, powerful voice had turned warm and fond, carrying far more power in the love of it than anything else he'd spoken before.
"Where do you hurt?" he asked, deciding to begin his examination while she was still awake, even if he couldn't touch the breaks in her bones and the bruises that doubtlessly were settling into her now. He knew a dozen potions, poultices, and tonics that would ease her, and besides, he also knew a very talented doctor to call upon if the need presented itself.