[ Like a knot that's just released, the Doctor can feel the Huntress let go when he's far enough back. Noteworthy, of course, that proximity affects her control, at least for him.

When Clara speaks, the Doctor shakes his head, squeezing her hand again, but less urgently this time. Then he taps his head, smiling softly in reassurance. ]

Just me. And me. And the other me. And that other one, too, with the terrible sweater vest.

[ An attempt to joke, to put her more at ease. ]

They're leaving, it looks like. We'll give them a moment and go back, see what we can dig up. Can't have her leaving the source of her power here in the ground.