The question of wanting to return to her proper place in paradox space, perhaps to the Furthest Ring and being dead, is a complicated one she has been somewhat guiltily avoiding. There just hasn't been much time for considering it, between having her nose in all those books and illustration projects and exploring inside and outside the TARDIS. And even now, it is momentarily swept aside by the astonishing implication that he would - could she be so fortunate? - take her with him.

Her eyes go wide and wondering as she looks up at him. "Do you mean to say I could come along? To your universe?" To that place of all his stories, so full of marvelous planets to see and strange splendid people to meet? And to not be alone again, even just for a little while after he heals the breach in the fabric of this universe.