The firelight illuminated the stiff copper-coloured hairs on his arms, standing on end like bristles on a dog. Claire had been prepared for his accusations and hated. What she hadn't been prepared for was the surge of fear that she saw in eyes. Her heart clenched in her chest and she felt a surge of desperation to reassure him. She wanted to reach out and take his hand in hers, but right now, she wasn’t sure how appreciated her touch would be.