She's positive he's gone. Swallowed up by the sand, by a giant worm. Clara's too stunned to move from the spot of safety he made for her, letting the wind flutter her hair. The desert is eerily quiet after the deafening roars, and she feels herself emotional over someone she's just met. There was that spark of hope, one she couldn't help.

There's no reason to keep standing there, she realizes, but she makes herself stay just a little longer. Did anyone know him here, did he say? She can't remember, but if he doesn't, she'll tell everyone a man named Brassos arrived and then died saving her. Her thoughts are still on the fact that he'd used himself as bait when she sees movement, a flicker first and then&mdash-

"Holy shite," she whispers to herself before running to meet him halfway. There's a small woman tackle-hugging him as soon as she's close enough, and then she punches his shoulder (ineffectually because she has no idea how to punch). "You almost died!"

In answer to his internal question: yes, quite worried, and now very relieved.