[ Jamie's taken aback by her confusion and he looks at her, forehead creased as he looks at Brianna and tries to understand why Claire wouldn't tell their daughter of their first child. Looking down again, he presses on the hand that was once so mangled, pressing at the center of it as he gathers his thoughts. Then, finally he speaks. ]

She never drew a first breath, ye ken. Grew, nearly fully, but didna ever open her eyes when she was born.

[ Words spoken quietly. ]

And yer mother, she nearly...nearly joined her.

[ If Jamie, sitting in the Bastille, had lost both his wife and child, they could have kept him there and never set him free. It wouldn't have mattered. ]

We dinna speak of her much. It's too painful, the hurt was too big. If there's one thing that ever broke yer mother, both of us, it was losing our child. Please, Brianna, you must understand. It was no' a lie she tried to keep from ye, but her own pain.

[ He knows his wife. Knows to speak of it would mean to relive everything that happened in Paris. Their marriage had nearly come apart at the seams. He hangs his head, for the quiet confession. ]

It was while we were living in Paris, ye ken. I wasna there. I wasna there because I tried to kill Jack Randall in a duel after I vowed to your mother I wouldna do it. She lost the baby and verra nearly her own life that day, and I was in prison. No' there for her. I blamed myself. She blamed me. We blamed each other, until we were able to heal together, back in Scotland.

[ Jamie looks at Brianna again, eyes a bit red, though no tears have fallen. ]

Please, lass. Dinna be angry with yer mam for no' telling ye.