[ Claire's heart warms; she feels such a pull to the Doctor in a way she felt toward her uncle: yearning to be in the space of someone who truly wants to watch her learn, someone who listens to what she's saying and helps her form ideas and opinions, and at the end of the day, someone who checks in, calls, or in this case reaches out in her mind, just because he's a bit worried. There will never be an age where she doesn't long for a paternal connection of her own, and she feels it so easily with the Doctor. ]

𝑂ℎ, 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ. 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠; 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑆𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑢𝑛𝑛?

[ She knows she survived because a decade later she marries Lord John, so she feels comfortable with her words. They may not be as reassuring as she's hoping, though. ]