You're Tearin' My Guts Out, Claire.

I Do Know It, My Own. Let Me Tell Ye In Your Sleep How Much I Love You. For There's No So Much I Can Be Saying To Ye While Ye Wake, But The Same Poor Words, Again And Again. While Ye Sleep In My Arms, I Can Say Things To Ye That Would Be Daft And Silly Waking, And Your Dreams Will Know The Truth Of Them. Go Back To Sleep, Mo Duinne.

Lord That She Might Be Safe. She And My Children.

You Dinna Need To Understand Me, Sassenach," He Said Quietly. "so Long As You Love Me.

I Felt The Tributaries Of His Veins, Wished To Enter Into His Bloodstream, Travel There, Dissolved And Bodiless, To Take Refuge In The Thick Walled Chambers Of His Heart.

Forgiveness Is Not A Single Act, But A Matter Of Constant Practice