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She nodded at the Doctor in his lap. “Once you’ve relinquished my owl.”

“Ah.”

He looked down at the animal in question. That, he thought, would prove difficult.

“What were you doing with him anyway?”

Finally, his fingers relaxed on the parchment, and he pushed it into her hands without looking. All he heard was a gasp, and before he knew it, he was drawing Clara’s owl while she was leaning patiently against his shoulder and watched him sketch. (Amentia Ambitiosa chapter 4)