Claire wanted to argue, but her uncle's words hushed her...and Sam's appearance of retreated silenced her further. She looked from the scene to her father and nodded, making her lips into a thin line of worry. "Fine...but the minute Sam's gone, I'm running."
She looked over to her uncle, emphasizing that she had every intention of checking in her uncle and not going after her would-be torturer. She closed her eyes briefly, taking in the comfort of Nathan's affection and the hands in her hair, steadying her breathing. "Why do you think he did this?" Claire re-opened her eyes to find Nathan's eyes, her question softly spoken.