[ When he knows she's asleep, Jamie moves his arm so that his hand can now grasp Claire's arm. He knows what this trauma is. He knows what nightmares it brings. He knows, and now his daughter knows, and he feels shattered. Scattered into pieces. ]
How do we fix her, Claire? I cannae...I cannae make this right or better. Our bairn, Claire.
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How do we fix her, Claire? I cannae...I cannae make this right or better. Our bairn, Claire.