[ Hearing that soothes something else that's felt unsettled inside of her, a crack in her heart. One of the things that endeared him to her instantly were his interactions with Merry, then later, Artie and Angie. The Doctor, this face she knows, is silly and all limbs and rambling sentences, but she's seen him so gentle and incredibly warm. All of that had seemingly gone away and she thinks, more than anything else, that had frightened her. He was supposed to be a different face, same man, and he wasn't. At least at first. To hear he hasn't lost that, it's good. ]

With age comes wisdom, or something along those lines, I've heard. It's good to know that, honestly.

[ She bites at her bottom lip. How long does it take, she wonders? ]

I haven't given him enough time; I was slow to wrap my mind around all of it. I didn't know what to do or how to help him, then he ran, so that was brilliant. But when he makes his way to you? I'm guessing any residual unnecessary attitude won't last long.

[ There's a soft laugh in her voice, imagining any version of him trying to talk back to River.

It's the first time Clara's realized if the Doctor settles down, there's a time she isn't traveling with him. But she doesn't want to know, and she would never—could never—ask River to give her any details. Everyone's time with the Doctor ends, one way or another. ]