“ … But Fergus … this isna his place, Sassenach. Nor is France, or I would send him back. But he has no place there, either.”
“His place is with you,” I said softly, understanding. “Like mine.”
He was silent for a long time, then his hand squeezed me gently.
“Aye, that’s so,” he said quietly.
~ Dragonfly in Amber, Diana Gabaldon