The Doctor swept his cloudy amber gaze up at Evelyn, blinked slowly, and then nodded. Despite his internal protesting -- Evelyn was nearly as physically weak as he was right now -- he allowed her to gently hoist him up, leaning on her slightly as he slowly rose to his feet. Immediately upon standing he grabbed onto the edge of the sink and leaned over for a moment, squeezing his eyelids shut while trying to still the translucent swimming inside his head.

Drawing in a deep breath, he finally opened his eyes and straightened up to his full height (well, as close as he could, anyway). Turning to look at Evelyn (and not wanting to rush her, either), he grasped her arm lightly -- just enough to support himself. "I'm ready tae go whenev'r ye are, Ebelen," he offered quietly.