[center] Clara did not waver as she stood in the doorway, knowing she wouldn’t leave until she saw to it that Ryanair was let go. She’d stood very still as she eyed the two of them, taking notice of the sheer desperation on Ryanair’s features. Still, she looked oddly calm, her focus mainly on Kieran even as he’d released Ryanair. She’d felt relieved in that moment, and yet she still felt just as on edge as she felt the moment she’d seen Kieran once more. Something about him lately had made her hair stand on end and made her nerves come alive. Whatever was causing it she wanted to squash and get rid of -- the man was hardly tolerable. It just felt so wrong to be even in the same room as him - it made her skin crawl. 

Ryanair had headed her way towards the door and she was suprised by his touch on her arm. Still, her attention remained focused solely on Kieran even as he smiled at her. It was enough to make her want to cringe and distance herself immediately from him, but she stood just as still as she’d been when she arrived. She’d not looked towards Ryanair as he passed her - she simply allowed him to leave while she remained in the doorway. 

As Kieran headed towards her and for the door, she’d only stiffened slightly, watching him carefully. “Dinner will be ready shortly.” She reminded him as he passed her and she fought the urge to immediately pull away from him. And once he’d disappeared; once she felt and knew he was far from her, she had let out a quick breath that she didn’t know she was even holding in. 

Holy hell - she never let anyone intimidate her, but something felt so terribly [i]dark[/i]... She felt on edge. 

With another puff, Clara pushed a few stray curls from her face before she turned on her heel to head towards the kitchen. She hoped that’s exactly where Ryanair had gone off to - after all, others were around him so that way Kieran wouldn’t have any opportunity to steal him away once more. She’d quickly headed there, far, far away from where Kieran had left her. 

She’d headed into the kitchen rather quickly and had been relieved to see Ryanair with the others. She hadn’t said much, just moved around to find something to drink along with a glass to follow- however, she purposely brushed past Ryanair. “We need to see Wolff after dinner.” She murmured under her breath as she stood close to him, reaching for a glass. “He has to ask us a few things...” And with that, she moved away from him again to pop open another bottle of wine. After she’d poured her glass she took a long sip and leaned against the counter with a deep sigh. She had a feeling it might be a long night - and dinner was going to take far longer than she liked. She wanted to know exactly what Wolff had wanted -- furthermore, she wanted to know if he knew how to fix it... [/center][@Arista]