Now that he's approached her properly, it's easier to take in the nuances of her appearance. It's been a long, long time since he saw his own Rose up close. Even when he went home, they'd only been in the vicinity of each other without speaking before it all went to shit.

It's worse than a different timeline. She's younger. Much younger. He doesn't know how much she's missed, but the thought of explaining everything from so far back until now is enough to make him rub his hand tiredly over his face.

"A year and a bit." He answers, voice lower naturally and not because he's forcing it to sound cool. Mostly. "Little short for a wizard, don't you think?" He doesn't step closer, he stays right where he is with the same guarded stance still keeping him in place.