[ Claire's hands attempt to soothe, fingers lightly moving through his hair. ] We don't know anything either, I don't know how long our food stores will last. But right now, we're alive. [ She wishes she had more, wishes she could share something vital with him, but it seems like they're all in the dark.

When he steps back, his words spark just a small smile before she nods and takes his hand, pressing her lips to his knuckles. ]

All I do is worry for you. I know you're a fighter. [ Meeting his gaze, she's so torn between being proud of him, of what she knows he would do for others, and being terrified, wanting to beg him to keep himself out of the fray. ] I love you. Even if I'm busy, I'll always respond with a word, at least. [ She can manage that, a quick safe until she can speak more. ]

There are enough children to keep me busy, but not busy enough to keep my mind off of you.

[ She loves a man who puts himself in the line of danger, as if her heart could actually take it if something happened to Jon. ]