Clara Oswald

      ❝Clara, I promise you that I am          fine. I’m always fine. Are you          feeling okay?❞

         with those big, sad eyes.❞

      [ despite her briskness ; he couldn’t help but roll eyes at her own carelessness,         she was so forgetful sometimes, yet, despite it all, he still loved her, she was         all he really had left; he couldn’t afford to loose her, even if it meant sacrificing         his coat for her own human blood temperature —- such a weak species. ]        ❝I don’t know why I bother reminding you;           if you’re just going to end up with ignoring me!❞        [ regarding the sharp remark, he smiles in the slightest & drapes the purple          jacket carefully over her small figure. he laughs to see the sight of such a          long coat that stretches past her waist. such a little thing — ]

         the madman. Her Doctor. ]

        "Yet you’re the one who spends her time in a box.”

     ❝Oi, given the chance, you would too!❞

       ❝Yes, I’m fine. Everything is fine.          Why, does it look like there’s          something wrong?❞

         even a bit sad.❞