[ When she looks at him he doesn't have time to really think about how old she could possibly be right now. He doesn't have time to examine her hair or the small differences in her face. Because when she looks at him he sees the recognition in her eyes. The way she pieces together his injured hand to the time frame that she's more than familiar with.
He's not sure what that look is, but it makes Jamie shift. If he didn't have the knowledge of what happened to them in Paris already he would have said pity. There's a difference between knowing these things and seeing them. Seeing the look in her eyes. He wonders how she'll take all of this. ]
No. No ye didnae. [ This was Randall's doing. Any residual pain from the hand lays squarely on that man's shoulders. Not hers.
But Jamie lifts his good hand to cup her cheek. His fingers brush over her hair. ]
Claire, yer hair.
[ Is he changing the subject? Maybe. Just because he knows doesn't mean he's perfect. ]
no subject
He's not sure what that look is, but it makes Jamie shift. If he didn't have the knowledge of what happened to them in Paris already he would have said pity. There's a difference between knowing these things and seeing them. Seeing the look in her eyes. He wonders how she'll take all of this. ]
No. No ye didnae. [ This was Randall's doing. Any residual pain from the hand lays squarely on that man's shoulders. Not hers.
But Jamie lifts his good hand to cup her cheek. His fingers brush over her hair. ]
Claire, yer hair.
[ Is he changing the subject? Maybe. Just because he knows doesn't mean he's perfect. ]