[ Claire's quiet for a few seconds, thinking back to the best of her time as a mother. ]

She's so incredibly smart, and funny. But it's a dry sort of wit. She loves to read, and she enjoys history and architecture. Bree has the most beautiful red hair, just like yours, actually. [ And her sister, Claire adds quietly to herself. She does that frequently, always starkly aware that there should be two. ] According to a friend from home in the Free Cities, she's made a grandmother twice over.

[ That fills her with a certain kind of elation that's enough to boost her heart. ]

I have an adopted son, Fergus, and apparently, he has more children than John could remember at the time. I must be busy.

[ She says this with fondness, as if she'd ever be idle anyway. ]