[It can't just be calm. All she wants is some peace and fucking quiet so her daughter can heal, collect herself, and this whole end of the world thing is not helping. Claire feels helpless. Even more so than before. She can't promise anything.
All she can do is keep her daughter close. Which is what she does, letting Jamie take charge of most else while the world at large figures out what to do and where to go. She has no qualms about kissing her forehead and keeping an arm around her as they sit on the bed, the curtains drawn in the room, keeping the world outside at bay for now.]
during the fog but before claire abandons bree for theon
All she can do is keep her daughter close. Which is what she does, letting Jamie take charge of most else while the world at large figures out what to do and where to go. She has no qualms about kissing her forehead and keeping an arm around her as they sit on the bed, the curtains drawn in the room, keeping the world outside at bay for now.]
You should eat something.
[Typical mom.]