[A wedding may have come and gone, but the rents still needed to be collected. Except now, Claire felt safer. Protected. Silly words he had said that night, but sweet all the same. She has his name, now. No longer Claire Beauchamp--or Randall, for that matter--but Claire Fraser. It's a name she says over and over in her mind, astounded at how easily it fits. Claire Fraser. Jamie doesn't seem to mind it overmuch when her mind drifts and she catches herself staring off into nothingness, or staring right at him. And she's not terribly embarrassed by it anymore, either.
A cold, rainy night makes the roads too muddy for the horses to traverse and so Dougal diverts them to a small inn that hardly has enough room outside for the horses. There's grumbling about who gets rooms, because there's certainly not enough for everyone. Dougal and Ned, of course. And the married couple begrudgingly gets sent to the more private of bedrooms, though upon opening the door and looking at their home for the night, Claire isn't impressed.]
You're barely going to fit into that bed yourself, let alone the two of us. [She clicks her tongue as she takes the candle the inn keep had given her and goes to light the others in the room.]
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A cold, rainy night makes the roads too muddy for the horses to traverse and so Dougal diverts them to a small inn that hardly has enough room outside for the horses. There's grumbling about who gets rooms, because there's certainly not enough for everyone. Dougal and Ned, of course. And the married couple begrudgingly gets sent to the more private of bedrooms, though upon opening the door and looking at their home for the night, Claire isn't impressed.]
You're barely going to fit into that bed yourself, let alone the two of us. [She clicks her tongue as she takes the candle the inn keep had given her and goes to light the others in the room.]