Claire clenched her hands, causing creases to form on the green and yellow quilt. She released the fabric and wiped her hands on her skirt, suddenly aware of their filthiness from two days of holding reins without a chance for proper washing. His words about marrying rather than burning echoed, igniting a mix of emotions within her. She clenched her hands, creasing the quilt beneath them, and wiped her dirty hands on her skirt, now conscious of their filth from days of travel without proper washing.