“‘It doesna matter how strong I am, or how willing; I canna go with you where ye must go…nor even help ye at all. And to think of the things that might happen, and me helpless to stop them…aye, I’m afraid, Sassenach.’
‘And yet’ - he turned me toward him, hand closing gently over one breast - 'yet when I think of you wi’ my child at your breast…then I feel as though I’ve gone hollow as a soap bubble, and perhaps I shall burst with joy.’
He pressed me tight against his chest, and I hugged him with all my might.
'Oh, Claire, ye do break my heart wi’ loving you.’”
Dragonfly in Amber, pg. 97