[Claire hopes he knows. She doubts he heard the words from the family he's shown her as much as he has from her. Maybe that makes it feel insincere to him, but if he hadn't been able to tell by her actions, she has to say it.]

Because I love you, you foolish boy. [She's sure some might think she's the foolish one.] For all the effort I've put in trying to get you healthy, get some meat on your bones, Ramsay doesn't get a say in anything that happens to you.

[If only it were that simple. Her smile falters, just briefly, and she glances at the sleeping face in the pod.]

Neither do they.