The first time she sees him after their second murder and only marriage, she throws herself at him.
The TARDIS materialises directly around her in her cell, precisely where she stands staring through the bars at the never-ceasing thunder and lightning. And although it's been weeks for her, although she's been through a trial and a condemnation, through a month of guilt and self-recrimination, it feels as if it has been mere seconds since she was forbidden to touch him.
He raises his arms and whispers: "My River."
She runs to him, presses herself to him, glories in touching him.