Well, maybe that's for the best, although it's likely not as piercing to Victoria as it is to everyone else. As she - they - wind up backing up against the bed, Jamie swears he can hear the Lord's prayer in his mind. Except...he's not praying.

And he can feel the fear. Stronger even than his nervousness, it triggers his protective reflexes, and he goes to wrap his arms around her, wanting nothing more than to hold her and reassure her it was going to be okay.

What he sees is her arms wrapping around herself, and something clicks for him. Hey, wait a minute. I just thought that I wanted to hold her, and she's holding herself.

"Victoria. Look, did ye see that just now?"