[ The Doctor doesn't have to worry for long about whether or not Clara will step forward. She's practically flinging herself into the other woman's arms just as the dam breaks on the sobs she's been trying to keep at bay.
She didn't even cry when she was dying, not like this, but she's too tired to keep being brave right now, and she's too full of tears. She's an absolute mess, clinging, holding on as tightly as she can.
When they begin to taper off she finally pulls back, but not away. ]
You found me. You found me.
[ She has to repeat it, she needs this to be real, which prompts her to ask. ]
Is this real? This has to be real.
[ If she wakes up from this dream, she isn't sure she'll be able to get out of bed again. ]
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She didn't even cry when she was dying, not like this, but she's too tired to keep being brave right now, and she's too full of tears. She's an absolute mess, clinging, holding on as tightly as she can.
When they begin to taper off she finally pulls back, but not away. ]
You found me. You found me.
[ She has to repeat it, she needs this to be real, which prompts her to ask. ]
Is this real? This has to be real.
[ If she wakes up from this dream, she isn't sure she'll be able to get out of bed again. ]