[center] Clara knew they shouldn’t put their faith in her -- What good was she going to do at the end of the day? Even so they were still persistent in thinking that both her and Ryanair could help the situation - and if their hope kept them calm, then so be it. She was quiet after their responses, only sinking back in her chair with a frown. She’d reached for her glass again, taking another slow sip while they spoke to Ryanair. Lord, she wanted to just sleep it off and wake up fresh at this point. She really should have left a long time ago -- at least then she would have been mulling over his existence, but she’d moved along with her life. Now she seemed perpetually trapped in a loop of making sure that her sire was okay with little in return. 

She was quiet as everyone made to exit, and she stood up slowly to follow after each of them. Clara had pulled away from the rest of the group to go straight to her room then, unwilling to run into any other person for the night. She was determined to try and get a bit of sleep -- if she had to interact more with Kieran, she at least needed to be on her toes -- Ryanair seemed to need the help more than she would. 

Once in her room she’d downed the rest of her glass before she’d undressed and thrown on another large shirt with shorts again. She’d plopped into bed and stared at the ceiling for a long while, still troubled by the fact that now his fate seemed to lie only within her and Ryanair’s hands. 

It was another weight on her shoulders that she didn’t want to carry...

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The next morning Clara had awoken with a start - almost surprised at the new light in her room. She hadn’t expected to sleep through the night - it was quite the rare occurrence. 

She’d stretched in bed with a yawn before she shoved the blankets away from her. The house seemed awfully quiet - more so than she was used to. Hell, she was usually the last to wake and stir. This time, however, it seemed like she was one of the first to wake -- there was no scent of breakfast on the air and no hustle and bustle of everyone waking. 

Her brow furrowed as she slipped out of bed, not bothering to get a shower just yet before she headed into the hallway. She’d stepped quietly towards the staircase, but had raised a brow when she’d seen Ryanair stiff just ahead of her. Her steps had slowed then, unsure about heading towards him, and yet, when she did, she’d stopped in place. 

“...What the [i][b]fuck[/b][/i]?”

Clara’s voice had broken the silence as she took in the view before her, her stomach seemingly dropping to her toes. She’d seen familiar faces and some new, seen the blood spattered nearly everywhere, mixed with snow all throughout the floor. Her lips were parted in shock as her gaze soon lifted to the ceiling to read the words that had already been dripping to the floor. 

Her hands clenched into small fists then, her anger suddenly slipping through her shock. “Where the fuck is he...?” [/center][@Arista]