Claire breathes in deeply, then lets it out shakily as her hands move through his hair, touching his face, feeling almost as if she needs to memorize him, make mental notes.

"If we only lose one another if we choose, then—" she stops short of asking him to choose her. It isn't fair, he might've been perfectly happy until this magic, whatever it is, changed his life. She wouldn't know, because she didn't know him then, and that same dread rolls through her stomach. She may hate knowing, but she's grateful that he told her, that he respects her enough to have told her everything right away.

Still, new fear grips her and she clings to Jon once again.

"Don't go back out. There's no battle, stay with me," she pleads, pulling back enough to hold his face in her hands. "Stay with me, and we can decide what to do together." It isn't as if hiding will keep them safe from whatever may be stripped away, but if she can hold on for a little longer, is there any shame in it?