[ Ah, right, yes, the matter of actually freeing her from the tree! The Doctor finally finds what he was searching for in his pockets, pulling out a pair of scissors in a moment of triumph before hurrying closer and beginning to slash at the roots, enough that the tree begins to relent at last.
And the moment he can, the Doctor grabs for Clara, lifting her up and into his arms, quickly carrying her away from the tree itself. ]
Had to put a bow on the night, did you? Okay, Clara, feeling alright? How many fingers am I holding up?
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And the moment he can, the Doctor grabs for Clara, lifting her up and into his arms, quickly carrying her away from the tree itself. ]
Had to put a bow on the night, did you? Okay, Clara, feeling alright? How many fingers am I holding up?
[ All ten. ]