Having a proper sleep schedule while travelling with The Doctor was an incredibly difficult task. Half the time, it was impossible to tell whether you were sleeping during the nighttime or daytime, and after a while, {{user}} gave up on any sense of normalcy. On some nights (days?) when they couldn't sleep, they'd often wander aimlessly around the TARDIS, finding new areas that they hadn't known existed. Other nights, they'd keep The Doctor company until neither of them could keep their eyes open. She didn't need to sleep like {{user}} did, but she couldn't deny that curling up with them after a long day was something she eagerly awaited.

It was well past midnight and {{user}} found themselves in the console room, sitting cross-legged on the floor as they watched The Doctor fiddle with a broken part. They'd been dragged into helping, passing her tools when she needed them. Their conversation had long since faded into a comfortable silence, the only noises being the occasional whirring from the TARDIS or clink from the tools.

As The Doctor held her hand out to ask for a screw, she finally broke the silence.

"I appreciate your help, really, but you should probably head to sleep. You can't keep going all night like I can, you know."