[center]The warm water fell around her and Clara leaned against the wall, letting it fall down her front in hot waves. Her eyes were shut, the frown still on her lips as she tried to clear her mind; focus only on the water, hoping it would relax her muscles. And yet, as time passed, she could not relieve the tension that shot through her uncomfortably. It was almost like an itch she couldn't scratch – something was off and she could practically smell it. Honestly, she'd hoped Ryanair would have followed after him to quell her own curiosity – but something told her she would not settle that night.  

With a growl, her fingers curled into tight fists and she'd slammed one against the tile behind her. Damn it – Clara couldn't get past the worry that was suddenly surging through her no matter how much she'd tried to hide it. Part of her wondered if it was only due to the fact that he was her sire, and it was merely her instincts shouting at her to make sure everything was alright. And yet – she knew she wouldn't. Hell, if something was wrong with him, Ryanair could deal with it. Those two were attached to the hip, [i]he[/i] would figure it out. And if he needed help, well, she wasn't the one to come running to. 

Clara had glared at the wall ahead of her as if it had been the one to cause all of the inner turmoil that she'd been struggling with. She'd roughly grabbed her shampoo and worked it through her hair before she stood still, allowing the water to fall over her much longer that time. A long sigh fell from her lips before she turned it off and grabbed at her glass. That had been emptied all too soon and as she wrapped herself in a towel, she went back to the bottle to fill up her glass again. 

Hell, she was nearly pacing in her room while she drank – unsettled and unable to relax. Everything within her nearly pulled her to Kieran's room, but she made sure to keep her heels rooted. No – Ryanair would fix it. She had no place in meddling with whatever the hell was wrong with Kieran… 

Even so – she eventually had calmed herself enough to get dressed, slipping on shorts and a tank top before she'd tossed herself into bed. Maybe things would be fine come morning… 

She knew she was wrong about that – she'd only been lying to herself. 

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The night was one of the longest ones Clara had had in a long while. She'd tossed and turned, been up and down – walked through the mansion, stayed in the study, tried to read a book and tossed it aside. She was back in bed and then out again – and it wasn't long before the sun began to rise. 

Once Clara did settle, it was only for a couple of hours before she'd awoken with a start – much like she usually had. She'd been plagued by nightmares for years – that abandonment and pain flashing through her dreams over and over again where she couldn't escape them. 

With another growl and huff, she grabbed a pillow and pulled it over her face, nearly screaming into it. She was exhausted – she wanted to sleep – but the worry and need to figure out if everything was okay was enough to keep her awake. 

…Damn him… 

In one swift movement, she'd tossed the pillow aside and had gotten up out of bed. Her curls were nearly unruly as they fell around her face, but she didn't care. She'd only thrown open her door and stomped towards Kieran. She didn't even hesitate before her fist hit the door, knocking roughly against the wood. If he was up – fine; if he wasn't – he better damn well get out of bed and act normal that morning…  [/center]
 [@Arista]