[The flinch has her pause, but she does continue the motion. The touch is light and brief before she drops her hand down, though not away completely. She keeps a hold on his arm. None of it is with any real strength, not wanting to lock him into place if he wants to flee, but encouraging him to stay.]

Well, I might have some choice words if you... say, shot me, but I don't think I need to worry about that. [Hopefully. Theon isn't the most stable person, yet Claire wouldn't consider him unhinged. She gives him a small smile, looking over his face, wondering how his own blood could be so terrible to him. It broke her heart to leave Brianna as an adult, with her blessing. To hand off a child--]

I'm not going anywhere, and I don't want you to, either. I want you right here, right where you are. I'm not Robb Stark. Obviously. [She breathes out what might be a laugh. No, she's no young king, and not his best friend.] But I care for you. You matter to me.

[He seems to need it spelled out.]