[ Red is right, her words thawing out the icy dread that was attempting to settle over her heart. Walking right beside her, she squeezes her hand tightly, listening. ]

You don't know what you don't know.

[ She says it softly as she walks, squeezing Red's hand again, a firmer squeeze. Once the ward is settled, her breath leaves her, and Clara closes her eyes, feeling an anvil lift from her chest. ]

Fuck, I think we did it. Jesus Christ. [ Wetting her lips, she gives herself a second before a soft gaze finds Red's again. She gives a quiet c'mon, tugging her out of the greenhouse and away from the house in general. ]

For the record, as long as we're all here, you aren't alone. I know after we get to the beacon— [ Reaching out tentatively, she pulls Red into a hug, giving her enough room to pull away if she wants to. ]

If there's a way, we'll find you. [ Her and the Doctor. ]