[At mention of Culloden, Claire's fingers squeeze Jamie's tighter, thumb caressing his knuckles. Ian and Jenny must have naturally assumed she died--and then realized it was some sort of mistake when Brianna showed up.

She reaches out with her other hand to touch Bree's cheek with a fond smile.]

You look like a Fraser. With your hair like that, you look like your grandmother--there was a painting of her, upstairs, at Lallybroch. Ian would have passed it every day.