[Clara hears that guilt in her tone, and she shakes her head, pressing a kiss to Breeze's temple.]

I know, it's alright, I'm not upset with you. I'm not angry.

[She remembers being a child, and mistaking her mother's concern for fury. It makes her heart clench; she tries to soften her voice, and swallow back the residual fear.]

Neither of us are. I just wish we could have stopped it.