[ If it were up to him he'd never let her go, but as it stands, he does step back, hands resting on her shoulders as he looks at her face, seeing pieces of Claire there, too. ]

I reckon yer the bonniest lass I've ever seen outside of yer mother. And I have to tell you, it's as if my own mother were staring back at me. Christ, ye look exactly like her. Our red hair, she's where we got it from, ye ken.