Settled isn't something the Doctor is about to get. He moves to the couch and sits himself down, slowly reaching out for the blanket, bringing it over himself. He's still cold from the rain, and anything to warm him is more than a little appreciated.

It's hard not to watch her, though he knows he shouldn't be doing that. It should't hurt this much, but it does, because he's only reminded of how alone he feels, and how much everything hurts.

He leans back a little, propped back on a pillow, but still seeing her from where he is, still able to see how the fabric (or lack of it) sits on her skin and disappears under her sheets.

Quite without meaning to, he feels a sting in his own eyes. Oh this is horrible, just awful, and there's a very real risk of tears.