Robin hated to see the Doctor so down. It was the laughter and light in his face that finished him, and without it he seemed incomplete. Gently, the blonde took his hand, leaning into him wearily. At his thanks, she shot him a confused look.<br/><br/>"You're welcome... But what did I do?" she asked, genuinely curious. Suddenly she was very tired, and as the adrenaline drained from her body, the cuts and bruises she'd sustained became quite painful. But Robin didn't care; all that mattered was that she was alive, and so was the Doctor. Worriedly, she looked up at him, wishing he'd be happy again.<br/><br/>Unable to control it, she yawned, and wondered when she'd ever get to sleep again. A wry smile crossed her face. If everywhere they landed something like this happened... She figured she may never get another night's rest. With another look at the Doctor, she then thought... Maybe that wouldn't be too bad. An almost wicked thought occurred to her then, but as she thought it, she realized her longing was too great not to say it.<br/><br/>"I have a request for our next trip," Robin said gently.