She didn’t complaint as his grip on her tightened as he prepared to ask something which he had restrained from, out of respect for Claire’s privacy and the delicate nature of her past. Now, the question burned in his mind, and he couldn’t ignore it any longer. Did her uncle carve the marks on her body with a knife? He trembled with anger at the mere thought of a young Claire, begging for food and lying in pain in a cabinet. Gathering his courage, he gently broached the subject and asked softly, "Sassenach, ye hae similar marks on yer forehead and ower yer heart. I've never asked afore, but... did yer uncle gie ye thae scars?"