Claire wishes she had ice when he winces, but she does have something. Standing, Claire makes her way to her new medical kit, one of the first things she assembled for herself after arriving.
“I’ll admit, the only thing I know of you for sure is that Jamie trusted you to raise his son. And, well.” She clears her throat, not wanting to seem insensitive.
“It doesn’t matter. I thought I was dead and now the two of us are here together.” On her way back, Claire stops at a basin. “I think it rather puts things in perspective. Nothing from Jamaica really matters anymore, does it?”
Making her way back to him, she has both a damp cloth and a jar, and clean hands. “I assume Jamie hit first and asked questions later. May I?” The second question is asked as she nods toward his eye.
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“I’ll admit, the only thing I know of you for sure is that Jamie trusted you to raise his son. And, well.” She clears her throat, not wanting to seem insensitive.
“It doesn’t matter. I thought I was dead and now the two of us are here together.” On her way back,
Claire stops at a basin. “I think it rather puts things in perspective. Nothing from Jamaica really matters anymore, does it?”
Making her way back to him, she has both a damp cloth and a jar, and clean hands. “I assume Jamie hit first and asked questions later. May I?” The second question is asked as she nods toward his eye.