"And They'll be dead by then," she thought mournfully. Whatever stray children or women that could get away would likely die in the woods or assimilate with another tribe. Even if fragments of bloodlines lived on, the Aziocs themselves would be gone.

This was why she'd taken a shine to archaeology. Not just because of the Doctor and the likelihood they would cross paths, but that studying other cultures served as a basis for the future. Mistakes to avoid. This was one mistake she didn't want to experience.

"It's what has to be done," she finally said, glancing down where his hands rested upon her crossed arms. "No matter...how much it hurts us." Like the growing lump in her throat or the little tumult of nausea in her stomach.

"I think...I could use a drink."