There is something deep in Claire that stirs in admonishment of her earlier actions, bothered by the actions of a goddess pushed to the edge of her tolerance. Something old in her stirs in an attempt to chastise, but she's able to push it down and answer Wrench's question.

He's dealt with. Zagreus inflicted him with the pain to understand what he'd done, then I had the pleasure of rewinding time for him a few times to relive it. She shrugs one shoulder casually. And then we took him to the Maw.

To give a man over to the beast as a meal was the ultimate punishment, and she's decided there's nothing to regret. Letting out a breath, she tries to relax her brow as she lays back on the grass, forcing limbs to loosen.

I'm sorry. Her head turns to look at Wrench. You cared for him?