She looked over at the Doctor, almost.. nervous? Definitely anxious. She didn’t want to lose her again. She tried to relax a bit against the bed too.. this was going to be hard..

Arty went a deep red again, listening to her fall asleep. This was different than any of the other dreams she had had before. She bit her lip, forcing herself to relax and finally drifting asleep herself.

A few hours after getting what was definitely much needed sleep, she woke suddenly with a sharp intake of breath. She looked around the room quietly, everything finally dawning on her. This was real.. it wasn’t the dream, it was real.

With that thought, glancing down to find the Doctor still snuggled up, she looked over to one of the walls.. She focused on holding back the tears and just relaxing completely. Home.

She bit her lip, unable to actually stop the tears now. She rubbed her eyes a little, looking around the room, defenses completely gone.

She nodded quietly, rubbing her eyes again and trying to make sure the tears stopped before the Doctor saw. She didn’t want her to worry.

“Are you Alright?” She asked softly, looking over to the Doctor. She suddenly realized she probably needed a shower for herself but... she wanted to make sure the Doctor was ok..

“Would it be ok if I got a shower..?” She asked softly.

“Food does sounds good..” she said shyly, giving her a soft smile as she stood up. “Thank you..”

After a relatively quick shower, she moved over to her clothes and put a tank and pants on. It was only after she dried her hair fully that she realized she had gotten a bit skinnier those months out there. Her pants didn’t fit. She went a bit red and grabbed a belt and an over shirt, heading out to the console room.

Arty paused at the console though, biting her lip. “I forgot where the kitchen was...” she mumbled embarrassedly to the console.

She moved up to the console, nodding softly. “I’m ok. Are you? Is the Doctor? I worried about both of you so much..” she said softly. “And I missed you both.. every day.”