She gave a tired stretch of her muscles as she moved to approach her husband. "Max is doing much better today. The pox are almost healed and I think it is safe for him to travel now." Claire stopped and looked at the map he was bent over, a somewhat lewd thought crossing her mind since it wasn't hard to do around Quentin at all. But she made her feelings on THAT subject clear pretty much every night they could get their hands on each other. She only needed to look at him a specific way by this point for him to be aware of her thoughts. She no longer blushed either. Her lewd thoughts aside, she was more interested at the moment in what was going through his mind. "How are the plans going for our voyage?"