[center]As soon as Wolff had wanted her to tag along, Clara had felt a wave of relied wash over her. She’d still not known if he’d had an answer, but the mere acceptance of wanting to discuss it with her had her quickly prancing his way with more of a pep in her step than she’d had before. Perhaps she was hopeful that he knew exactly what was going on and that he knew how to fix it - yet she knew better than that. Kieran’s behavior was odd- almost as if it wasn’t even him in his own skin. Any semblance of the man who had been trying to explain his mistakes to her all in a fleeting moment was absolutely gone. Now all she could see was an empty person whom now she knew had been wreaking terror on Ryanair. 

When Wolff had spoken, her brow furrowed and the frown remained on her lips. She’d crossed her arms upon her chest and her nails pressed firmly against her skin while she’d listened. At least he’d had an idea - that was a start- but as far as a solution, Clara wasn’t so sure. It had made sense -- “Wasn’t that when all of this began?” Clara asked. “When we came back from that attack - that was when he started acting off...” It was a thought -- she gave a little huff in return but had remained silent after that, her thoughts trailing. 

If this continued, Kieran would only get worse... 

Something about that didn’t sit well with her no matter how much she’d wanted to deny it. Weeks ago she’d been determined to kill the man - not only kill him, but destroy him entirely. The fact that she now was concerned over the well being of Kieran was so far from what she’d expected. Something within her hadn’t wanted any of this; something within her wanted to make sure that everything was going to be alright. 

She’d bit her lip at the thought, but was interrupted as soon as she’d heard Wolff’s change of tone - footsteps following shortly after. She’d turned on her heel to see Kieran there, and it seemed to make the hair on her neck stand on end - almost as if her parent had caught her doing something she shouldn’t have been. Even so, she narrowed her gaze at him and didn’t say another word as he passed. As long as she was off his radar, she’d be fine. 

When Wolff spoke again, she’d only raised a brow. She hadn’t even the opportunity to answer him before he was off again, and she was left alone while she dropped her arms at her sides. With a long sigh she’d turned on her heel again in search of Ryanair -- hoping he’d still been passed out by the pool. It would be easy enough to snatch him up then to bring him to Wolff after dinner. “God damnit...” She hissed under her breath. What the hell was she getting herself into? [/center][@Arista]