We've shared dreams, yes. The glimpse into the future I told you of.

[ Claire gets up and slips her feet into slippers before reaching for her shawl. ]

Come on. I won't be going back to sleep now.

[ Leaving the lantern, she lets her hair guide the way back down, getting a fire going in the hearth once there. ]

I'm going to make tea, would you like any?

[ She doesn't know what to do or where to start, but tea has never let her down, and she needs to move, unable to be still. ]