[ Claire's features immediately soften into something gentler. ]

I'm sorry Henry, I didn't realize.

[ She pauses only for a moment, genuine in her empathy, to try and figure out how to ask if he's still injured without sounding patronizing. But by the time she figures it out he's asked a question, and so she puts a pin in it.

The first answer that comes to mind makes her scoff a little. ]

Certainly not the religion.

[ It wasn't before things went to hell because of Jocelyn, and it definitely isn't any more endearing to her in the aftermath. ]

No, I suppose this is what most kept the homesickness at bay. I was on my way home with my husband after we'd been at sea nearly two years. You've no idea how much I was looking forward to the Scottish Highlands after that.

[ Nevermind that recent developments mean she knows they're in America, not Scotland where she thought she they would be. In the backwoods of North Carolina, no less.

That is exactly too much to dwell on. ]

How did you find your way here?