[ Claire takes that in, piercing blue eyes searching Daisy's face for a moment, brows drawing together slowly.
Again. ]
The fog, huh? Shit... Sorry. I should have known that. I was a little...
[ She broke down. She stopped functioning. She dug her own corpse up and gave herself a hunter's funeral. She wept in Ellie's arms, and in Dean's, and alone in her bed.
She stopped being able to hold it together.
Claire isn't fine - never is. Just, she's usually better.
Something dark at the back of her mind reminds her that she nearly got herself and Coulson killed out in the cold in those early days, too. ]
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Again. ]
The fog, huh? Shit... Sorry. I should have known that. I was a little...
[ She broke down. She stopped functioning. She dug her own corpse up and gave herself a hunter's funeral. She wept in Ellie's arms, and in Dean's, and alone in her bed.
She stopped being able to hold it together.
Claire isn't fine - never is. Just, she's usually better.
Something dark at the back of her mind reminds her that she nearly got herself and Coulson killed out in the cold in those early days, too. ]
You got some help looking after him?