[ Claire gives him the space to think; while she couldn't possibly know what's going through his mind, in her own it's a challenging question, she knows. Instead, she watches with fascinated interest at his weeding, at how they seem to simply pop right out of the ground. It makes the corners of her mouth lift just as he begins to answer, and she looks at Henry as it fades. ]

You know, I have a feeling some might call us pessimists. I prefer to think I haven't lost sight of the situation. There's no use complaining about it most days, or raging about it to others as it won't change anything, I've learned that lesson other places.

[ She spent a day or two confined to the room she was kind enough to be allowed to stay in at first. Hoping Jamie would somehow find her, waiting to wake up, hoping the next time she opened her eyes a concerned Scot would be staring down at her. She'd raged in her own quiet way at the unfairness of being separated from him again and questioned everyone she could about leaving. In the end, what good had it done? ]

My calm isn't complacency, but I don't see another choice at the moment. I can do what I enjoy. [ She gestures at the garden at large. ] I've learned and seen things I know I wouldn't have otherwise, met people who don't even live in my world, so for that I have to be a bit...grateful isn't the right word.

[ She isn't grateful, glad, or delighted to be here. But these opportunities have been unique. ]

I suppose I'm fascinated. Happy to have the experience of meeting people and discovering things, and to know what it is to have a bit of magic.