“Are ye then? Oh, God, Claire!” He clasped me against his chest then, holding me tightly. “Jesus, Claire. I though he were dead, sure. You…you began to…go, somehow. You had the most awful look on your face, like ye were frightened to death. I — I pulled ye back from the stone. I stopped ye, I shouldna have done so — I’m sorry, lassie.”
(Source: distractedbypixels, via namalam)