The uncharacteristic romantic gesture does make her smile and it goes a long way toward soothing whatever tangled feelings she's got about Morgana and the Doctor. When he's gone she washes her hair, rinses it and steps out of the tub feeling a bit better than before. She's trying not to be too jumpy, too twitchy about being alone to very little avail. She pulls the tee shirt she'd worn in here back on and pads warily into the bedroom. It's empty, naturally and much to her relief.

The hallway seems longer than she remembers it and about half way across it she scuttles a little faster, tip toeing rapidly to the door of the second room. "Doctor," she says as she edges her way into the room.