[ A miracle in the forest, it would seem: the Doctor, silent, for more than five minutes. Will wonders never cease? The only thing keeping him from going madder by holding back his tongue is the sudden thrill he gets when he realizes he can use a series of endless hand gestures, many of which being of a possibly dubious clarity.
He finally drops his hand from her mouth and then gestures to his lips with his index finger, preemptively shushing any comment she might want to make. Then, he tugs on her hand to lead her forward.
Yes, it's safe. For now.
He gestures to his ear in return. I can hear. He'll explain it later.
They creep closer, about five steps forward, and now the Huntress is folding pieces of her heart in parchment paper.
Don't make a joke, don't make a joke.
His eyes close, as though he's physically pained by this. Realizing a few seconds later that Clara might mistake his expression for something more alarming, he's quick to make another series of hand gestures, pointing first to his eyes, then laying his hand flat to his chest, and then spelling out OK with his fingers.
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He finally drops his hand from her mouth and then gestures to his lips with his index finger, preemptively shushing any comment she might want to make. Then, he tugs on her hand to lead her forward.
Yes, it's safe. For now.
He gestures to his ear in return. I can hear. He'll explain it later.
They creep closer, about five steps forward, and now the Huntress is folding pieces of her heart in parchment paper.
Don't make a joke, don't make a joke.
His eyes close, as though he's physically pained by this. Realizing a few seconds later that Clara might mistake his expression for something more alarming, he's quick to make another series of hand gestures, pointing first to his eyes, then laying his hand flat to his chest, and then spelling out OK with his fingers.
I Am OK. ]