As they lay on the small bed by the crackling fire, the warmth of the crackling fire casting a comforting glow around them, an unspoken connection wove its way through the air. The fingers of his left hand touched the bruises on her face tenderly, a frown marring his face. Once he was done, he slowly lifted her hand and kissed her fingers. Claire’s breath hitched, but before she should snatch her hand back, Jamie entwined their fingers together and held it against his chest, right over his heart.