[That simple gesture, his reaching for her hand, gives her more strength than he knows. Instantly, she's reminded of taking hold of a hand and running through the middle of danger and adventure, and if she pretends hard enough it's almost like she's running back toward the TARDIS. She isn't though, and she knows the reality is that the Moira is all that's waiting for her.

Her fingers curl between his, keeping a tight hold as she allows him to lead the way. She generally prefers taking the lead but this is one time where she has no problem following.]

There will be men waiting for us. They were there the other night when I tried escaping, and caught me within seconds.

[As horrible as being punished again would be, it somehow would be even worse knowing that Anakin is pulled into the same treatment because of her. So she knows they'll have to move quickly.]