Listening again, Claire's eyes close as he finishes and lets herself remember what it was like the first time she had to mourn Jamie. The grief was like an anchor around her heart, attempting to drag her down into the darkness of her grief. She'd thought he was dead and gone, which made her feel numb and uncaring for a long while. Brianna was the only reason Claire had to pull herself back up. She can remember that pain like it's fresh if she tries, and so she knows how she would have been after hearing of Jamie's death again.

She knows that anyone in love with Jamie would deeply mourn his death.

Opening her eyes again, she looks at John, her own expression a mixed bag of emotions, and then up at Lallybroch. All of the accidental laughter seems to have left her, and she sinks back in her chair a little further. She doesn't know what to say next, what to ask. What is there to say? When her gaze shifts back to John, it's a bit glassy, even knowing Jamie lived.

"We took care of one another," she finally says, and she means it. They grieved together, and she's getting the sense that it might have been cathartic for them both. It's an unusual realization, considering.