[Claire laughs. Despite herself, she laughs, because even now he's spewing that I'm fine line. If she doesn't laugh, she'll cry, or she'll jokingly threaten violence, but she doesn't dare. So, all she does is laugh, rubbing her hands over her face and looking at him as if he did just tell a clever joke.

But it's not actually funny and so the laughter dies soon enough.]

I've spent the last three days crying over you. I don't want to leave. [She'll cry over him still, mourning in a way, though not in front of him. He's still alive. He's still here. There's hope that one day he might actually be fine. Right now? Right now, he's heartbreaking sight. No, no wonder his sister didn't recognize him. Jon and Sansa might not, either.] I'm staying right here. You'll figure out soon enough that I'm not going to suddenly hurt you, or trick you, or do anything but help you readjust. If... if I ask you a question, you can say no. You can talk back to me. Nothing bad will happen.

[How dire it must be for Claire to encourage lip.]