[ Claire might one day compromise and hand over Frank's ring for a polish. If ever she should lose one, as guilty as the thought makes her feel, she'd rather it be Frank's. ]

Don't discount yourself, Hilda. I was self-taught when it comes to herbs. I had a—[ Claire takes a deep breath and lets it out in a huff. She doesn't want to dignify Gellis with the present tense.]—former friend who let me spend days in her surgery learning what she knew of salves and poultices. In any case, I used it to help people long before going to medical school was ever a thought in my mind.

[ Maybe this is paritally where Claire failed with Bree: she never encouraged her do much outside of her comfort zone. It's no wonder she felt unsatisfied with history—it had been shoved on her. She wants to make up for that by helping Hilda. ]

Perhaps you could set up a space to trade your jewelry. If I were able to draw a necklace I lost, do you think you could somehow replicate it?