[Her little girl. Claire breathes deeply, content with the weight of Bree half on her, and wraps her arms around her slender form.]

She... she also told me she was wed. Or, handfast, like Fergus and Marsali. To Roger. [She told him about the young man, a historian that helped her find him.] He followed her through the stones. After the handfasting, they had an argument, and he left. Then...

[Bonnet. Not only assaulted, but heartbroken, too.]