In her defence, odd looks were given to pretty much everyone she knew but it was the people she was closest to that saw them most often. Matt seemed to get the worst of them, though he was a constant source of frustration. One that ended up hurting more than it should and in the end left her with an emptiness. Him dying still hadn't been properly dealt with and that fact was something that crossed her mind every damned day.

It was also a fact she had to push back every day because she wasn't ready to deal with it.

She reads the sign and then looks at him before bobbing her head uncertainly from side to side. "I'll be okay." she replies, assuring him like she had been everyone else. Claire Temple wasn't used to being fussed over and despite the gift basket being a lovely and thoughtful gift, she'd never expected it. In fact, she didn't expect so many people to come and see her both in the clinic and there at home.

Because she was the one always taking care of other people; fixing them and putting them back together again.

A hand moves up and through her hair, gathering it to pull over one shoulder and she narrows eyes at him curiously.

"What about you? Settling in?"