Hands on her legs, eyes closed against the sick feeling, Claire struggled through what was causing the sick feeling. Had there been blood, it wouldn't have grossed her out. She'd seen more than enough bloody, gory things in her life, and most of them involved herself. That missing body was disturbing her more – or maybe it was just that he'd been actually alive.
With her dad there, not just because of the comforting touches but because of his actual presence, she rode out the rolling nausea without vomiting. When she was sure she wouldn't, she turned and straightened at the same time, burying her face against his chest.
"I've killed zombies and vampires, I've had things sticking out of my body, why am I being such a wimp about this?" she asked, her voice muffled by the position of her face.