Whatever comes to mind. [Good or bad, but he seems to have come to some sort of decision. Claire takes a breath, pulling back enough so that they can look at one another.]

You were an officer fighting in the Jacobite rebellion. [Maybe her fault. Or maybe it would have happened anyway. She's not sure. He never wanted it, that's for certain. Claire rubs her palm against his chest.] We were winning. And you and I, we were good, Jamie. Stronger than ever.