The Doctor knew he said sorry far to much, Even when there was nothing really to be sorry for. "I suppose. I am told I say sorry too much even when there isn't a thing to say sorry for." he whispered. He felt her hand on his head and tried to relax.
"Ah oh I see," He replied. "Thought you were about to do something gruesome because I've seen everything."
He realised he should stop apolizing if he could. He wasn't any good at that,
Really he was just very worn out and weak. He wanted to be sick again. But he seemed to be trying to ingore that.

He looked around when he heard Tamar yell. He looked at her "Ah I suppose, but not always. I can always cure illness. But I'm not just called the Doctor for medical things I can do, its because in general I help people and plants and well the whole universe." he tried to explain.
He smiled gently at the little girl. He was good with children and missed his grandaughter and children that he had many years ago. He even missed his cloned daughter Jenny, who the Doctor was sure was dead.
"Ah my name? Well that is a serect." He chuckled "The Doctor is my name as far as anybody needs to know. " He knew the child was curious. He knew children never could help that. He was smiling.