Aye, I'll be fine. And I'm glad ye said so. I'm no' ready to leave her.
[ He would, if Claire thought it best, but no. He'd rather stay, rather hold her, comfort her on the spot if she needs it. After a few eats, he looks over at Claire again. ]
She told me herself the nightmares come when she's alone.
[But, they've figured that out already. She only really cries out for her when she's not there.]
... all of it?
[France, being what it was, isn't full of many happy memories for either of them. So, when telling Bree and Roger of their time there, she skipped over quite a lot.]
[ But they so rarely speak her name aloud, a name they didn't give her. A name given because neither of them could. He wonders if she's in stasis somewhere like other dead, like Frank, but he doesn't dare ask. ]
I just... I just didn't want her to have to swallow that on top of everything else. And--it was difficult to talk about her. I hadn't in so long. I didn't forget her. Or not want Bree to never know, I just...
[He understands, he says, and she believes him. Still.]
I promise ye, Claire, ye dinna have to explain anythin' to either of us. An dtuigeann tú?
[ Do you understand? He needs her to, he needs her to know she will never have to explain herself surrounding the aftermath of Faith for as long as they live.
He wasn't there, and he has no right to tell her how to process, any of it. ]
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[Her bed is nicer than what they had in Nadril, so there's no need for all his bones to crack when he gets up later.]
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[ He would, if Claire thought it best, but no. He'd rather stay, rather hold her, comfort her on the spot if she needs it. After a few eats, he looks over at Claire again. ]
I told about France. All of it.
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[But, they've figured that out already. She only really cries out for her when she's not there.]
... all of it?
[France, being what it was, isn't full of many happy memories for either of them. So, when telling Bree and Roger of their time there, she skipped over quite a lot.]
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[ It's his one-word answer as he rubs the back of Brianna's head. ]
I didna realize she had no knowledge of her.
[ Not said in accusation, just a reason why he felt the need to explain. ]
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Was she angry?
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[ Jame reaches, to touch Claire's cheek softly. ]
I do think of her as well. Often.
[ But they so rarely speak her name aloud, a name they didn't give her. A name given because neither of them could. He wonders if she's in stasis somewhere like other dead, like Frank, but he doesn't dare ask. ]
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[Most babies do, she knows, but the red hair did her in more than once.]
Are you upset I didn't tell her?
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[ His hand cradles to her cheek now. ]
No. No, I'm no' upset, mo chridhe. I understand why. So does Brianna. Dinna fash.
[ He tries to soothe, the best he can, not wanting her to worry that he's angry. ]
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[He understands, he says, and she believes him. Still.]
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[ Do you understand? He needs her to, he needs her to know she will never have to explain herself surrounding the aftermath of Faith for as long as they live.
He wasn't there, and he has no right to tell her how to process, any of it. ]