[It's all right. She didn't expect Bree to eat much. Setting her own food aside, she leans over to relieve Bree of hers. One more push.]

We'll have casseroles and pancakes galore when we get back. As well as our own tubs.

[For now, it seems they're limited to the communal showers at the end of the hall. Claire reaches out to fuss with Bree's braid, smoothing her fingers over it before beginning to pile it up atop her head. She'll wash her body. The hair can wait.]

Jamie, will you be all right here while we go freshen up?

[He will be, of course, but it's an indication of her intent.]