[It's been a while since she's done this. Brianna was always an independent child. The moment she realizes she could tuck herself in, read herself to sleep, she refused to let Claire do it. Still, she'd do it when she could when Bree would fall asleep on the sofa or on the rare occasion she crawled into her bed, missing Frank, and refusing to admit as much aloud as she buried her face against Claire's shoulder.
Hardly that now, as Claire fixes the blankets where she can without getting too close. No one's ever looked at her and been so afraid before.]
You're welcome, Theon. [Theon, his name, a thing she's sure to say often now.] I'll be near. I'll wake you when it's time to eat something.
[She almost dares to touch him, to brush some of that white hair away from his forehead, but settles for giving Nagga a gentle pat on the head.
Claire leaves him to his rest and goes about making him a plain meal, easy to eat with mangled teeth and easy for a stomach to digest. She doesn't push him, doesn't do much but sit with him when he's awake, listening to anything he feels like telling her, and speaking softly in return. And she sends Jamie a message: I'm not coming home tonight. Just what every husband wants to hear on his birthday. She promises to make it up to him, and she promises herself that she will.
When it's time for her to turn in she ends up scrolling through the network instead of actually sleeping. Too many concerns and too many questions swim around in her head. So, when the sky begins to lighten, she heads back home. She needs a change of clothes, some supplies, and Theon could do with some clothes that he's not swimming in. He'll need to go outside, eventually, and he did take a certain care when dressing himself before.
It's still early when she returns, and so it's a quiet knock at his door so as not to startle him too terribly.]
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Hardly that now, as Claire fixes the blankets where she can without getting too close. No one's ever looked at her and been so afraid before.]
You're welcome, Theon. [Theon, his name, a thing she's sure to say often now.] I'll be near. I'll wake you when it's time to eat something.
[She almost dares to touch him, to brush some of that white hair away from his forehead, but settles for giving Nagga a gentle pat on the head.
Claire leaves him to his rest and goes about making him a plain meal, easy to eat with mangled teeth and easy for a stomach to digest. She doesn't push him, doesn't do much but sit with him when he's awake, listening to anything he feels like telling her, and speaking softly in return. And she sends Jamie a message: I'm not coming home tonight. Just what every husband wants to hear on his birthday. She promises to make it up to him, and she promises herself that she will.
When it's time for her to turn in she ends up scrolling through the network instead of actually sleeping. Too many concerns and too many questions swim around in her head. So, when the sky begins to lighten, she heads back home. She needs a change of clothes, some supplies, and Theon could do with some clothes that he's not swimming in. He'll need to go outside, eventually, and he did take a certain care when dressing himself before.
It's still early when she returns, and so it's a quiet knock at his door so as not to startle him too terribly.]
Theon? Are you awake?