[ The picked up on kindness oddly moves Clara. He can say they aren't friends, but his actions, and those words specifically, mean something to her. ]

I don't have very many left, but the Doctor showed me how to keep these safe and on me without accidentally blinking out of sight.

[ Clara pulls a single flower stem with two gold-edged petals from nothing better than a rope necklace. She only has thirteen left, but if they go down to eleven well. That's her lucky number. ]

If you pull one, you'll go invisible for thirty minutes. A gift, I think? I dunno. But we have it and I've been learning with my sword.

[ She's actually followed through when she can. She isn't perfect, she has a long way to go, but she can stab stuff with wild and accurate determination now. At the mention of his thoughts, her expression grows serious, and she has to resist reaching out to touch his wrist. ]

I've got you. C'mon.

[ She'll get on the boat first, but she has handed him the oar because he's taller, and it feels like common sense. She'll navigate, keeping an eye out for danger in the water, if he doesn't protest. ]