Claire listened quietly, watching Rory's face as he recounted his side of the story. Like she would with grieving families missing mothers, fathers, or children to whatever she was hunting that week or month, she did her best to put herself in Rory's shoes. Sometimes it was easy, but sometimes it required extra effort, simply because he and his world were so different from the one she'd grown up in.
When he was done, she sighed through her nose softly, gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, then let it go in order to gently and noninvasively swipe away the tear.
"You miss the relationship you had with her-" she clarified in a soft, understanding voice. "And she took that away from you." No mother would do that to their child, Claire's thoughts rang clear and loud in her head, but she didn't say it out loud. Maybe she was a little biased, but she was consciously trying to look at this through Rory's eyes, and all she saw was a woman who didn't have the spine to deal with the island's fuckery.