[A knife to the heart, Fergus. Claire smiles, shaking her head. That is truly silly.]

That's not what I meant.

[Though he's very much not a boy anymore.]

I was hoping it wouldn't be too strange if I simply called you my son. [Jamie had called him mon fils, and Claire heard it used twenty years later, but he and Jamie had a different sort of bond. And Jamie had been there, at least in the same time period, for the last two decades. Claire had not.]

You don't have to call me Milady anymore. [Another silly thing, but an old habit.] Or-- you can. Whatever you'd like, really. I just thought...