[ It's hard for Clara to know for sure if all the words are Caitlyn's or her unwanted, internal guest. But she listens all the same and feels the emotion of it. Their experiences were vastly different back in their homes, but she likes to think she still understands, at least a little. Reaching out, she takes Caitlyn's hand, and looks at her intently but with such kindness. She's trying to see through to the paladin inside and her friend. ]

Mums want more for us, even if we don't see eye to eye about it. It's okay to have complicated feelings, even feelings that contradict one another. Annoyed and appreciative can go hand and hand. You can even be angry while still knowing deep down you need your mum, opposing ideas or not. But if she kissed your knees and dried your tears, then I promise she loves you and always will, no matter how you clash.

[ Taking a deep breath, Clara lets it out and squeezes Caitlyn's hand, smiling softly before putting her hands in her lap. ]

She was my favorite person in the world. After I graduated uni, we were gonna travel and go to all the places where the greatest wonders of the ancient world used to be. She taught me how to make a souffle and Christmas cookies. But before she—before she died, she hated that I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, she thought I wasn't serious enough sometimes. She loved me, though, and she showed it a lot.

[ Clara hadn't decided on teaching until after her mum's death, and after traveling with the Doctor for a while. There's a lump in her throat that she swallows down before finding her voice again. ]

Where's your mum?

[ It's a soft question, and she's asking whatever's inside, since this is their world. ]