He froze for a tiny moment as she embraced him, before almost reflexively drawing her closer. Her hair smelled faintly of the perfume in his pocket, the small vial he'd stolen from the TARDIS a very long time ago, and he half-wondered where she'd gotten more.

He pressed his other hand against the small of her back, trapping her there, and allowed himself a little sigh.

"I am glad I found you again," he murmured.