Claire's own heart tugs; she must've longed for her own mother once, but she can't remember. Those thoughts quickly transition to Brianna, wondering if she's missed Claire the way Achilles aches to speak to his own mother, and she has a surprising moment of emotion, looking down so that her chin is almost tucked to her chest while she blinks back the sudden blur in her eyes.

Clearing her throat, she looks apologetic and manages a wan smile.

"You mentioned your son. I have a daughter, Brianna. It's been years since I've seen her now as well, and I miss her, deeply."

For his sake she hopes that at the very least, the sea brings Achilles comfort, if nothing else.

"My husband has never met our daughter. She's far from us because of war, but I at least had twenty years with her." Claire doesn't mind questions if they arise and for now takes a large drink of mead. "War and separation, I unfortunately understand all too well."