βaye.β jamie whispered. soft, light breath escaped his lips as he moved to lay back down.
βsleep, tomorrow will have to wait for the sun to come up. we will worry about the rest then.β
βgod works in mysterious ways. maybe tomorrow their prayers will come true. you have done what you couldβ¦your part here is over, claire.β
he kissed the top of her head, softly. lovingly. as if she was the most fragile flower.
βwhatβs on your mind, sasenach?β he whispered. he could feel her unease. he knew her to well to ignore the way her heartbeat quickened or slowed when she was troubled.
βpoor lad. iβll speak to his parents tomorrow. they could probably use one night without dread.β
jamie said, making himself comfortable on the bed. gently bringing her closer.
jamie nodded, reluctantly but a part of him knew she was right. so he followed, deeper into their home. to the bedroom. the soft bed was everything he needed.
βheβs not going to survive, is he?β
βeven the gods know youβll move hell and earth to make sure he survives the night.β
he offered a small smile, his fingers intertwining with hers. βthey need rest. so do you.β
βfoolish hope weβre feeding that ladβs family.β jamie admitted. the boy laying on the stained cot, as his poor mother prays for better tomorrow.
βi know you see it too.β
the wind carried the scent of rain across the ridge, stirring the trees as jamie stood outside the house, one hand resting against the hilt of his sword. heβd been quiet for some time, his gaze fixed on the distant hills.









