[ The difference is night and day, and now she just feels silly for thinking he was in distress before. The grip on her hand is alarmingly tighter, and she begins to back up with him, heart slamming in her chest.
Out of the corner of her eye, she sees the Huntress's head snap toward them and Clara freezes in fear once they've stepped back a few paces, not because she isn't willing to go with the Doctor, but because the staring is so intense that she's sure they ran out of time, that they're already visible, and it makes her feel rooted to the spot. The gaping wound is visible with more clarity now; clearly no precision was used as the flesh hangs in jagged ribbons and drips blood onto the ground. Bracing herself for the inevitable, the Huntress finally looks away, and Clara stumbles back even more.
She risks whispering to the Doctor, once it seems like they're back to nearly where they were when he seemed to be okay. ]
Anyone else in there?
[ Her eyes are laced with worry, feeling more anxious now than she did just a minute ago. ]
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Out of the corner of her eye, she sees the Huntress's head snap toward them and Clara freezes in fear once they've stepped back a few paces, not because she isn't willing to go with the Doctor, but because the staring is so intense that she's sure they ran out of time, that they're already visible, and it makes her feel rooted to the spot. The gaping wound is visible with more clarity now; clearly no precision was used as the flesh hangs in jagged ribbons and drips blood onto the ground. Bracing herself for the inevitable, the Huntress finally looks away, and Clara stumbles back even more.
She risks whispering to the Doctor, once it seems like they're back to nearly where they were when he seemed to be okay. ]
Anyone else in there?
[ Her eyes are laced with worry, feeling more anxious now than she did just a minute ago. ]