Since the Doctor's first language is melodrama, Clara's used to it, and listening to Anduin is a delight. She can hear the wistfulness in his voice, and she's painting a mental picture.

"Wrathion, we've met. Actually, he helped explain a ton about Serthica. And he let me stay with him when I was literally chased to his door by mannequins." She doesn't know him, know him, but their conversations had helpful.

"How long have you known him now?" she asks with a small upturn of her lips, shifting a little in the water, wondering if she's ever going to feel ready to get out, because this is the most relaxed her body has been since before she arrived.