As Claire’s gaze fixated on Jamie’s sword belt, a chill ran down her spine, sending shivers through her entire body. The memories of her childhood traumas surged forward, overpowering her present reality. The echoes of her uncle’s belt striking her flesh, the violent fall down the staircase, the excruciating pain of broken bones and locking her for weeks on end without food and water flooded her mind with a raw intensity. If it hadn't been for her magic, she would’ve been dead long ago. The emotions that accompanied those memories were a potent mix of fear, helplessness, and the deep scars left behind by abuse.