[ There's nearly no room for breathing, but Clara does as he says, or tries to anyway. She can feel that at the very least, she's going to be bruised, but she can't feel anything for now with the adrenaline pumping through her. ]
Not having the best time ever, please hurry!
[ Wheezing the words out, she's helpless to watch as another root begins to creep toward her neck, beginning to wind around to finish the job. Did the Huntress enchant the trees or does the forest really not want the heart pieces to be dug up? It's the last thing she wonders as spots begin to dance around her vision. Still, Clara isn't afraid she'll die, never once does it cross her mind. The Doctor won't let it happen, and she knows it, even if that is a hell of a lot of trust to put in someone. ]
at least he's here for this one
Not having the best time ever, please hurry!
[ Wheezing the words out, she's helpless to watch as another root begins to creep toward her neck, beginning to wind around to finish the job. Did the Huntress enchant the trees or does the forest really not want the heart pieces to be dug up? It's the last thing she wonders as spots begin to dance around her vision. Still, Clara isn't afraid she'll die, never once does it cross her mind. The Doctor won't let it happen, and she knows it, even if that is a hell of a lot of trust to put in someone. ]