[The Doctor goes still at the touch of those hands, but makes no attempt to move away from them or discourage the touch. On the contrary she needs it, the reassurance of the reality of this moment.

But Clara has asked her a question.]

I lost too much, I think. I was sick of the loss, the changing.

[A faint flicker of a smile.] Forgot for a bit that and end means there's no more loss, but there's no more finding either.

[This new her, oh the pain and the loss are still there, buried deep and worn on her sleeve at the same time. But there's a hope that's reemerged, a readiness to marvel at a universe that still holds so much wonder in it.

And no bigger wonder than the woman in front of her.] Maybe I needed the reminder.