He was ridiculous. Utterly. Completely. But that ridiculous was kind of growing on her not that she was going to go around admitting that. It was a fever dream, or something along those lines. Claire fully planned on telling him that but she shut her eyes instead and let out a sigh, she'd tell him later, when she felt a little better.
Claire really appreciated that he didn't just grab her because he could, the last thing she wanted to feel was helpless, after everything that had happened to her and asking her if she'd let him put the ball in her court. She looked up at him and considered him for a moment before she extended her arms up toward him.
"Gentle, my ribs are still broken," Claire reminded him quietly. They were doing better, it wouldn't be much longer and the last thing she wanted was to mess with the healing process now.