( Red offers her a soft smile at that, grateful that she at least is a better option than others even if she doesn't know if she deserves that. The Tower has kind of messed her up though so maybe that's just her brain being angry and twisted up about everything.
She keeps close to Clara, turning, moving to the greenhouse. She grimaces, pulling the ward out, clutching hold of it as her jaw locks tightly, understanding Clara is like the Doctor in the sense that she won't leave her here.
Even if Red says she can do this herself so they don't have to be fucked up by whatever's in this place, Clara won't, and she feels relief at the knowing. )
It's going to... be worse than the tea party. ( It's her turn to reach for Clara's hand then. ) But we get the fuck in there, find the worst of it, and run out again, okay?
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She keeps close to Clara, turning, moving to the greenhouse. She grimaces, pulling the ward out, clutching hold of it as her jaw locks tightly, understanding Clara is like the Doctor in the sense that she won't leave her here.
Even if Red says she can do this herself so they don't have to be fucked up by whatever's in this place, Clara won't, and she feels relief at the knowing. )
It's going to... be worse than the tea party. ( It's her turn to reach for Clara's hand then. ) But we get the fuck in there, find the worst of it, and run out again, okay?