Claire lets him guide her, then sits ungracefully. Looking up, John's injuries distract her, mind wanting to pull in the direction of peeking under the patch.

"Will you let me see your eye?"

Not an answer to his question, but it can wait, in her opinion. Anything is better than trying to explain Abraxas. And she still doesn't understand this business with Jamie. "You could come back with me for a little while, to Solvunn. The gates seem to be holding for a bit longer."

A delay of game, so to speak, a change of venue. "And I have tea."