[Again, Claire feels like it's about to be her turn to be sick. She manages to swallow it down as she reaches for Bree again, needing to hold her in her arms.]

They're far away, now. [Roger, and the monster that hurt her.] I'll get you more comfortable and braid your hair. We'll crawl into bed together and make Jamie fetch us something to eat.

[What else is a husband for?]

And I won't leave you alone. Only if you want me to. All right? I promised to take care of you, and I will.