When he stoops down to hug her, she reaches up a hand to stroke his hair and kisses his cheek. She's glad to feel his relief and that he doesn't try to find out more, not putting her in a position of having to deny him. His mental embrace she returns fiercely, clinging to his presence against the memory of what he did to her after Mars, what he likely will do to his TARDIS. That doesn't matter now, all that matters is that they're here taking care of each other.

"What shall we do now?" Because it's time both of them stopped dwelling on their unpleasant experiences at this party.