Her breath caught in her throat when he ran his fingers over the edge of one sleeve. His touch was so light and, even though she knew it was the dress that interested him, it made her happy.

"I didn't know," Sarah said a moment later. That need to defend herself had come rushing back. "I had absolutely no idea, Doctor. It was just hanging there and I though..."

Never mind what she had thought. A dress of Guinevere's. She did not belong in such.

"I ought to go change."