Clara nodded at the aside so that he'd go on, as well as agreeing. She might not have seen it, or dreamt it, but from what she heard it did sound brilliant. The lack of names was interesting, though she supposed every culture was its own. Some places, children weren't even given names until they survived a certain amount of time. A whole different planet? Clearly it would have a different culture. Even if Clara had never had a dream with absolutely no basis in something she had read or seen or experienced and Galifrey and all of this really didn't sound like anything she had heard of before.
Great for a story, but figuring out where it could have come from that wasn't part of the dreams people spoke about that felt so real that they must be memories? That seemed rather a daunting task.
Troy taking a sip of his tea seemed to remind Clara that she had her own tea and so she took a sip. Right. Tea was why she was here in the first place, well that and hearing about this dream so they were definitely on tract for that.
"Wouldn't that get lonely, though? What if you met someone who didn't have that same lifespan? I mean, all the things you would see..."
It just felt... lonely. Though she supposed if everyone had that lifespan on the planet then loneliness wouldn't be such an issue. Or she was in a more contemplative mood than anticipated with everything going on in her mind. Who knew. "Though two hearts? Really?"
Leaning back into the couch, she took another sip of her tea and nodded.
"It really does have the roots for a fun story though, you're right there."