"Doctor," Dawn asked when they were alone, "have you ever known anyone who came back from the dead?"
He looked at her sharply but answered the question she'd voiced. "One or two people. Chap I know had his corpse regenerated by a terraforming experiment ..." He told her the story he'd told Buffy once. "... So you see, such things come rarely and with difficulty and only at great personal loss to the seeker, because they offend the order of the universe."
"Been there, done that," said Dawn. The Doctor waited for her to continue. "I tried a resurrection spell on Mom tonight. I think it worked, too. But I canceled it."
"Why?"
"'Cuz I thought no one but Mom really cared about me ... and then I found out I was wrong."
The Doctor nodded. "You know," he said in apparent non-sequitur, "this fellow I've just told you about: He gets absolutely paranoid sometimes about letting his feelings show. Thinks it's showing lack of control. Good thing people on this planet aren't like that, eh?"
Dawn actually smiled. "Right."
--
"Well, Doctor?" said Padme after putting Dawn to bed too.
"Well what?"
"Joyce was your grandmother. How are you?"
"Oh, I'm fine. ...Really!"