"Because what I could do wasn't magic," Claire immediately replied, feeling frantic, unsure whether or not she was simply making excuses for herself, or if she had real grounds on which to defend herself. More and more, as visitors filtered in, Claire just felt increasingly stupid. All of the people telling her rational thoughts that she should have run through, that things like this were meant to be taken in steps, that if there was even the slightest touch of suspicion in her mind that she wouldn't escape completely unscathed, that it had heavy implications on the state of her mind. With Edmund more than with others, though, she'd quickly realized the way it must have affected him, the change in his behavior markedly different than he'd been as of late, his pale skin made even more so with fear, perhaps with anger as well. Claire didn't want to think about how it must have felt, finding her on the ground, hardly able to breathe, and yet she did, and suddenly it felt like she couldn't quite capture the air in her lungs, forcing her to take a few measured breaths as her free hand wiped at the corners of her eyes.

"The whole point was that what I could do, it was, there was science behind it. And you still see the rules of physics working here, don't you? I don't know, I— I couldn't go to the doctors, you don't understand. If I still healed, if the doctors saw that, maybe it'd end up just like it did back home." Claire started to feel herself shiver as she shook her head vigorously.