[ For a long moment, all that he really wants is to hold her, particularly when she begins to sob against him, there in his arms. His hold on her tightens, protective, as though he might be able to keep her from all harm, as though he could soothe away the pain of all those memories flooding back to her at once.

As he cradles her, the Doctor's hand moves to rest against the back of her head, stroking her hair tenderly until she pulls back to look up at him. Even then, he can't stop touching her in a desperate attempt to comfort her, his fingers sweeping tousled strands back and away from her eyes, the pad of his thumb catching her tears to brush them away. ]

I'm sorry. I'm with you now, though, promise. Now and always.

[ He's worried about her, about all of them, though she's always his first priority here. He'll deal with the rest of his memories later, they need to get everyone sorted out, and he needs to be as steady for Julia as she's been for him. Reaching for her hands, he kisses her knuckles tenderly, lingering for a moment. ]

We'll have to move quickly. Divide up and double our efforts, but we'll get through this, we will.

[ Reluctant though he is to let go of her now, they need everyone safe and he knows that's at the forefront of her mind, too. ]