Claire takes a deep breath, licking her lips after a moment of thought.

"I don't know. Maybe - maybe not. Because you care for them, you love them. It makes sense that you'd be scared, and it reflects on your dreams."

She pauses, looking down at her own hands on the top of Frank's broad shoulders.

"I was kidnapped, a while ago. They did it to get to a friend of mine, because they knew he'd come save me. And whenever I dream about it, now, I never dream about how scared I was, then. How I thought maybe that was it. Every time, I dream about my friend dying to save me. His life for mine."

Her voice trembles a little, but she holds it together, even if her fingers push harder against his knotted shoulders for a moment.