Tears streamed down Claire’s face as she pushed against Dougal, desperate to break free from his hold. She pounded his chest in a frenzy of grief and anger, but he held her tight, not yielding to her blows. He continued to speak, "Claire, my heart's sair for the lad—and for you. Do ye come awa" wi" me! I'll tak" ye safe. To my ain house. No to Leoch."