Hearing Peter's voice was her immediate painkiller. He'd come. He'd come for her and now whatever it was that Sam had become lost to was going to pay dearly. Already the majority of her wounds had healed over or were in the process of healing, but before she could move to help her uncle fight, she was being carried away.
The rush of the wind helped clear her muddy thoughts, helping her to focus on the face that was soon in front of her own. Nathan had come as well. Her bottom lip quivered as she fought back tears, touched that they had both come to her rescue, nodding fiercely. "I'm okay, I'm...I wanna help, Dad, I can do this. He needs our help." Though whether she meant Peter or Sam, Claire didn't say.