[But she does know what he'll do. She sees the possibility before her. Claire puts her hand over his, lightly, when all she wants to do is take him in her arms.]

Theon. It's all right. He's not here. [Not close enough to know what she's saying, though she's said worse to his face. Foolishly. Claire's never been good at holding her tongue.] He's not going to hurt you again.

[She wonders if it was his sister that saved him, and how long it took.

Too long, clearly.]

You're safe. I know you don't feel like it, but you are. My husband, my friends, they'll keep you safe, too. Ramsay is no lord. He has no house, or men, or fort. He has nothing.