Oh, you would, wouldn't you — Clara Oswald, the voice for humanity. You, of course.
[ He smiles with no small measure of pride, only briefly pausing before they're back to digging. He's about to reach for the wrapped piece of heart they've dug up when Clara is thrown back against the tree, and that brings the Doctor immediately to his feet; the spoon and the cut-up heart temporarily forgotten.
He comes closer, carefully, avoiding any roots himself. The last thing they need is him getting pulled up into the tree alongside her. His wide, worried eyes gaze up at her and he holds his hands out towards her. ]
Don't panic! Stop fighting it for a moment and let me think. Okay, thinking now, definitely my best work yet, just give me a moment.
[ Don't panic. Easy for the Doctor to say. His hearts pound in his chest, but he doesn't consider for a moment that he won't get her out of this. Of course she'll be safe. And all the while, he's fidgeting, searching his pockets for something to cut the roots with. ]
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[ He smiles with no small measure of pride, only briefly pausing before they're back to digging. He's about to reach for the wrapped piece of heart they've dug up when Clara is thrown back against the tree, and that brings the Doctor immediately to his feet; the spoon and the cut-up heart temporarily forgotten.
He comes closer, carefully, avoiding any roots himself. The last thing they need is him getting pulled up into the tree alongside her. His wide, worried eyes gaze up at her and he holds his hands out towards her. ]
Don't panic! Stop fighting it for a moment and let me think. Okay, thinking now, definitely my best work yet, just give me a moment.
[ Don't panic. Easy for the Doctor to say. His hearts pound in his chest, but he doesn't consider for a moment that he won't get her out of this. Of course she'll be safe. And all the while, he's fidgeting, searching his pockets for something to cut the roots with. ]