With a click of his tongue, Jamie urged the horse forward, guiding them until they reached where the rest of the men were gathered. When they approached, someone passed a flask to Jamie, and Claire caught a whiff of the hot, burnt-smelling liquor as he took a drink. Though she wasn't thirsty, the faint scent of honey reminded her of her hunger, which had gone unattended for quite some time. Embarrassingly, her stomach let out a loud growl, protesting its neglect.