[As much as she wanted to use her new toy, she didn't think she'd be using it on him. It's almost like he knew. An unhappy coincidence, but he's better off because of his gift to her.]

You're welcome. I won't tell you what you were muttering about someone named... Spock, I think. [Just one thing, but she can't help but tease. It distracts her from the memory of almost dry heaving while working on his foot.] My daughter had a pediatrician named Mr. Spock, but I sincerely doubt it's the same person.

[Even without knowing any details, that would be weird. Claire pulls over a stool so she can sit beside him, both for company and for observation. She's forever worried about Sansa and Theon, but she's not willing to leave Jim just yet.]