[ She isn't sure what to think, either. Seeing his familiar script gives her a feeling of homesickness, but it's false. It wasn't real, and she can't ache for something that never actually existed. Claire isn't sure what she's ready for, if she's ready to confront this. But she's faced worse...hasn't she? She can face this, face Jon. ]

𝑌𝑒𝑠. 𝑌𝑒𝑠, 𝐼 𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒, 𝑤𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑. 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝐼 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒. [ Can she still say things like that to him, when he isn't the safe place for her thoughts the way she's believed? She doesn't know. ] 𝑀𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒. [ There are no woods, of course, nothing as vast as what once was. Or wasn't. She can't figure out which it is. ]

𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢--𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛?

[ She'd rather not drag it out and put it off, rather not delay confronting things, if she's going to. ]