[center] Clara had not been aware of what she was stepping into when she'd come downstairs that morning. She'd gone through the motions with Wolff – allowed herself to be checked and then she'd taken whatever pill he'd prescribed. Still, she'd been entirely confused about the situation, clearly having missed a hell of a lot the night before when she'd secluded herself yet again. When Christian had awoken her, she'd only been partially listening to him – at least enough to hear what he'd expected of her in the morning. But now as she came back down to reunite with the group although reluctantly, she was listening with full attention – and she didn't like what she was hearing. 

A frown fell on her lips as she sat close to Christian while she crossed her arms over her chest. She'd still been tired, but at least she'd gotten a decent amount of sleep the night before. Even so, her worry about the widespread illness caused by a rogue shadow mage was enough to wake her up and keep her attention. From what she'd understood – whatever this spell was could drive any supernatural being to sheer madness – which is why everyone assume it was hitting in their town as of late. Honestly, at that news she was willing to just pack up and go – but she knew better than that. No one in that room would have run from it – and by the looks on their faces and the ongoing discussion – she knew she'd be out there with them. They really hadn't a choice. 

The wolves were the first to volunteer and Clara had shifted uncomfortably from where she was sitting. Christian, much to her dismay had chosen to clear his throat and stand, leaving Clara where she'd been sitting next to him. "Count us in – the quicker we can figure all of this out, the better. Perhaps we can then bring the town to normalcy once more." Clara had only given him an incredulous look, surprised he would be so quick to join these people. But then again, Christian always was a man of honor, where his manners always took precedence. To not assist these people while he was staying under Kieran's roof would have been absurd – even though he knew full well he owed nothing to the man. 

Clara huffed quietly to herself as she leaned back in her seat. "I suppose I'm in as well, then." She added quietly. Yes, the quicker this could have been handled, the better- then maybe she really could just run off and be done with it all… Her gaze had never lifted to Kieran the entire time in the room – refusing to even acknowledge him. 
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