She's about to reassure him that Jamie asked her if she was a witch when she feels like the air has been forced out of her lungs.
"...What?"
Although she's so stunned, it comes out more like wot. "My daughter Brianna?" Who else, and yet the knowledge that she's with them in the past makes her glad she's sitting. She isn't sure if she's elated or terrified to know Bree's in a time that can be cruel. What happened to Roger? Why did she come.
Claire stands because she simply needs to move, and she paces right to the window, looking out across the farm.
"Christ, how did she even find us?" she asks, turning. But then she waves off the question. "No, no, I don't want to bombard you. If I start I'll never stop, but she's really—" Claire's voice hitches, eyes glassy as she looks at John, wanting to hear it again.
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"...What?"
Although she's so stunned, it comes out more like wot. "My daughter Brianna?" Who else, and yet the knowledge that she's with them in the past makes her glad she's sitting. She isn't sure if she's elated or terrified to know Bree's in a time that can be cruel. What happened to Roger? Why did she come.
Claire stands because she simply needs to move, and she paces right to the window, looking out across the farm.
"Christ, how did she even find us?" she asks, turning. But then she waves off the question. "No, no, I don't want to bombard you. If I start I'll never stop, but she's really—" Claire's voice hitches, eyes glassy as she looks at John, wanting to hear it again.