Mal twitched her nose and took in a deep breath as she woke, the sound of retreating footsteps drawing her awake. Her body was still pressed against his and though the last of her sleepy fog lifted she didn't want to pull away. "Are you okay?" Mal whispered, sliding her hand over his body to rest against his chest. Normally she was oblivious to this sort of thing but a negative feeling was pulsing off of her Doctor and causing her own nerves to spike. What was wrong? Her. She was, yes. The thought made her bite her lip and furrow her brows.
"I'm sorry I dragged you into this. I'm so sorry. I know how much you've lost already, I know I'm selfish for getting you to watch over me. I'm just so terribly sorry, Doc." Mal wanted to make it up to him somehow. Some day. The assault she displayed on her lip became more violent as she bit down harder, moving her hand from his heart to his face. Touch and affection wasn't her strong suit but this just felt like it needed to be. Maybe it was hormones, maternal instinct and affection for the father, or maybe it was, in a way, a farewell. The thought caused her heart to twist so early in the morning. It just wasn't fair.