[center]Clara had awoken the next morning, hardly in the mood to get up let alone to interact with the others. Still, she’d told Christian she would partake in whatever little health check they were going through, so she had no choice. Not to mention, she figured others would start questioning why she was always keeping herself separated from the group. None of them needed to know who she was in relation to Kieran - that was for certain. She did not need anyone asking questions or prying into their history because, quite frankly, she didn’t want to talk about it. It would only ignite her anger once more even though -- that morning she simply felt like a deflated tire. Anger wasn’t the very first emotion that came to mind when she thought about him -- but that acknowledgment alone had pissed her off. 

She stretched in bed and gave a long sigh before eventually getting herself up. Her steps had taken her to the shower where she remained for quite a long amount of time, reluctant to step out from under the hot water. Still, she’d left and dried off - throwing on another one of her dresses in the meantime with another long stretch of her arms. She’d brushed through her hair and tossed it up again with a couple of pins before she’d decided to leave the room.

Clara had only heard a few words as she headed down the hall, hearing everyone mingling and seemingly getting ready to go out. Marvelous. Not only would she have to socialize, it seemed like it would be another outing that she had to endure. 

Christian had looked over to Wolff as he stood to follow everyone out, his brows furrowed in concern over the discovery of that morning. “Clara? Yes - I’m sure she’ll --” 

“I’m here, I’m here.” Clara waved him off again with a sigh before she looked to Wolff. “Now, what do you need me to do?” 

Christian had watched when the girl separated from him and headed off with the other male, pleased that she’d actually listened to him that morning. Still, no matter how pleased he was with her, he couldn’t get passed the troubling thoughts that now presented themselves. It wasn’t just an illness or a misdirected spell - this seemed much worse than that. And if their assumptions were true, it was going to be more difficult to deal with than he’d first imagined. He’d wondered if others out there had realized what they had, or if they decided to up and run from it -- which would have been a decent option. Yet, all of these people around him opted for defending their homes, and for that he couldn’t fault them. 

The more they found out about this mage - the better - yet all of his instincts were wanting to simply take Clara and leave. His priority had always been to keep her out of danger, and just by being there he felt as if he was throwing them both into the fire -- no matter how many people they had on their sides. [/center] [@Arista]