Claire frowns, understanding what Clementine means. She hate that when people leave here, it's as if nothing they've done matters. She won't have her prosthetic.

"You know, my brother-in-law lost his leg in the war. It had to be amputated. He has a wooden leg now and gets around alright, runs a farm and keeps up with his children alright. Well, grandchildren by now."

All of that to say:

"You're extremely smart, Clementine, and it sounds as though you're with very smart people. I come from a time with no prosthetics either, and if we could manage it, I know you can. You will."

She'll believe it enough for both of them if she has to.