[Stasis is strange. It's like a mausoleum. They may be alive, the people behind the glass, but some of them perhaps were dead. Asleep or dead, is there that much of a difference when some might never wake?]

Aeron, Euron, Balon... Theon. [She looks over at him with a small smile.] I'm sensing a theme.

[Though Theon seems so much smaller than either of his uncles. A missing eye, a beard that looks like it might wash up on a shore somewhere-- there's a statement made. Stronger than snow white hair and teeth like a shark. Claire keeps that thought to herself. He knows how he must look in comparison to his relatives.]

Nothing makes man appreciate his maker more than nearly meeting him, I suppose. [She doesn't suppose. She knows. But, she shrugs.] I drowned before the Storm hit. A typical storm swept me overboard the ship I was on. [Claire's mostly certain she survived it and didn't hallucinate waking up.] I remember thinking I never wanted to be near saltwater or sand ever again. I'd pledge myself to whatever god to ensure that.