[ Clara would listen to him ramble on about the places he's been forever. Not just because this is extra time to soak up, but because she's always loved listening to him. She can't remember when she started sitting with him when he was simply tinkering, listening. Has she done that with him yet? She doesn't ask, but she wonders. ]

Up a waterfall? That's something I definitely want to do.

[ But then he says something about catching her and it makes her stomach tighten just a little, breath hitching. She quickly composes herself though, maybe he doesn't know her well enough yet to pick up on it, and Clara squeezes his arm. ]

I don't doubt it. Although in the grand scheme of things, someone falling on their bum and not being hurt can be funny. Or maybe only I would laugh at myself.