She's taking in his general appearance and has stepped forward quickly, concerned that he was part of one of Josselyn's rituals. She's already reaching up to look at the battering of his face, despite not being all that familiar. Everything about what's been happening has made her put most formalities on hold. She's been in everyone's personal space and thinks nothing of it.

Her fingertips are just ghosting his cheek when he calls her dear, and she pauses, one eyebrow arched incredibly high. Speaking of familiar. Claire's so stunned by it, she can't figure out how to address it for now, so she lets her face do the talking for her before her gaze turns back to his face.

"What happened to you? Were you one of the prisoners in the woods?" It's possible, she supposes; he might've arrived and been immediately caught up and she'd never have known.