Clara's silent through Eleven and the TARDIS speaking. She can't really bring herself to meet anyone but their eyes, particularly when her name is brought up along with the things she's done. She understands that the Doctor wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't for her, but she feels awkward taking much of any credit for it. Credit that isn't her joking around or teasing them, that is. And beyond that, a large part of her is still hurting from things that happened with that crack in the wall, the one she cried to and pleaded with. So she almost looks miserable by the entire conversation, as if she wants to cry. But she doesn't, she just sucks up her emotions as best as she can and tries to be there for those that need it.

"I told them if they loved you, and that they should, they'd help you. They'd change your future."

She's uncharacteristically quiet as she speaks, not bothering to attempt to wait until it's quiet to actually say something.

"They're still there, definitely safe and whole. There's no reason for the lot of you to keep fighting over it, not anymore."

And really, that's the part she's happy about. She cares about all of the Doctors, and tries to take care of them and relate to them all in different ways. But she wants more than anything, for all of them, is for them to just let themselves be happy and relatively content with the realization that they're not as horrible as they like to think they are. She's hoping this conversation ends in all of them getting along, but she's not about to hold her breath on that one.