"I'd like that," she said, sincerely, referring to both a trip to the TARDIS and a return visit to Camelot. His genuine enthusiasm and delight had been wonderful to see.

She led him into an alcove behind the armoury, out of sight of the many prying eyes of Camelot. His arm still felt solid, but when she looked at him he looked strangely insubstantial. It was one of the most unusual sights that she'd ever seen.

"Are you all right?"

Did it hurt, fading like that?