[Every time he allows her to do this, it's a relief. Mending the body is easy. She's not worried about how she'll go about fixing his mouth or eventually working that limp out of him. The soul is much harder to put back together after it's been shredded apart. All she can do is be there, giving him her patience and affection that's more difficult to get rid of than it is to earn.

She's glad he doesn't fight her on this.]

I don't know why you're apologizing, but you're forgiven. [Saving a young girl from Ramsay, either Sansa or the on here in stasis, isn't enough to wipe away what he's done, but Claire's forgiven him for what she can. It's why she's able to hug him like this and so desperately want better for him.]

I've put men out of their misery before. When their bodies were too broken, too ill. When there was no hope left. You know I'd never let you suffer, don't you? I'd never let you struggle like some creature with its foot in a trap.

[She hated Murtagh, then, but now she understands the sentiment. Claire doesn't let Theon go just yet, not wanting to see the look on his face or him see the look on hers. No tear, but she looks near enough.]