"Thank you Jack." Rose said grateful to him for not blaming her or the Doctor for his change in status of living. "Perhaps another small blanket and some pillows. I'll stay and look after 'im. Go and take care o' the world." She says kindly holding onto the Doctor, knowing he needed her close to him, and also wanting desperately to be close to him as well. She places herself firmly by his side, placing the cool wet towel close by in case she needed it. But for now she wanted nothing to stop her from mapping out his familiar features and from her messing up his flat hair. It should never be like that again. It was an echo of his emotions, she knew from watching him mess it up from exhilaration, worry, and just to mess it up so she would remark on it. She saw how much her opinion of him had mattered. He looked so down when he had first regenerated into this him when she hadn't believed it was him even though he changed RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER. She had been speechless and frightened of this man who was a stranger and yet familiar. But she had gotten over that quick. And once more began to travel with him because he was the same man she loved. He might not be able to say it, but she would waste no more time dancing around the subject. Let him know every chance they got for she wanted him to know he was cared for. Deeply. "I love you." She says softly in his ear content in the knowledge from his copy that he loved and needed her from the bottom of his hearts.