"Aye," he replied with a nod, crossing the room, but instead of joining her on the bed, he pulled up a stool and sat facing her. Claire watched him, her heart fluttering slightly before he reached out and gently took her hands in his own. A surge of electricity passed through her at the contact, and she couldn’t help but glance down at their joined hands. His were rough yet comforting, a stark contrast to the hands she had been accustomed to. Draco’s hands possessed a delicate elegance, but Jamie’s felt solid.