[center] Clara was quiet – more so than she'd been the entire time she'd been around those people. Her nails absentmindedly raked at her arm while they remained crossed, fighting the urge to go up to Kieran and beat it out of him. The looks and words of concern continued and were met with only a quiet reassurance that still didn't sit well with her, and she silently followed the rest inside. She'd paused in the large foyer, unsure of where to go or what to do with herself in that moment as she watched Kieran make his way upstairs after dismissing Esther. Her toes tapped quietly against the floor, idly mulling over what she should do, versus what she [i]wanted[/i] to do, versus what she really wanted to avoid. 

Christian had noticed her silence and noticed she'd not moved from the foyer as the others began to disperse. He watched her carefully as he stepped away, curious to her behavior as well. Clearly the others were worried about Kieran, but Clara had a bond with him – even though he'd wished they hadn't. He wondered if she knew more than the others at that point, but knew full well it was a dangerous thing to even acknowledge that she may be worrying over the man. He'd frowned as he turned from her with a sigh, to head towards the living room where he had leaned back in a chair slowly. Perhaps they all had much to talk about – what had happened today, Christian had a sneaking suspicion, was probably only the beginning. 

Clara had noticed that Christian had left her and soon Kieran was out of sight as well. With a little huff, she turned on her heel and made her way back to the kitchen. Maybe another bottle of wine down for the night would make her thoughts cease, at least momentarily. She wanted to get to the bottom of it; wanted to shake him from whatever the hell was wrong; but then again she wanted to avoid it all together. No; he did not deserve that from her.

She'd gone into the kitchen and swiped another bottle with a glass before she headed back out to the foyer. It was then that she'd noticed Ryanair and had only glanced his way. Without a doubt he would know something was wrong as well – hell, he probably knew it sooner than she had. Part of that realization had annoyed her while the other part could care less. Still, she knew he would be the first to check in on Kieran, which would allow her to sneak away. As long as [i]someone[/i] checked, she wouldn't have to worry about it… 

Even so, as Clara turned from Ryanair and headed up the stairs, she couldn't shake that need to check in. She could not deny that something was wrong and the itch to fix it or at least make sure he was alright was distracting. She'd frowned as she passed by Kieran's room and onto her own before shutting the door behind her. 

The bottle was soon uncorked and she'd immediately lifted the glass to her lips for a long sip as she stepped inside her room. A shower would help – she was sure of it.

And with that she undressed and carried her glass into the shower with her, allowing the hot water to wash over her – but it still didn’t clear away her troubled thoughts. [/center]
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