"I swear, James Fraser..." It is a question of what isn't he telling her? Yet what can't he be telling her? She skims her mind, although nothing is adding up. If he plans on bundling her off to the stones as a precaution against what may well be, he would find his wife not so willing. Whatever is coming, there is still time.

A light breath is released, before softly again she speaks, but does not press or pressure but simply affirms what is already known. "You know you can tell me anything. Whatever it is, it isn't something you need carry alone."