[center] Part of Clara had been relieved to be back, moreso realizing nothing terrible had happened in their absence. Then there was another part of her who was reluctant to stand beyond those doors again. She knew she couldn’t very well leave… Not right now; not when she had even more unanswered questions that Ryanair had evoked. Was it worth it? Clara wasn’t sure… But she could at least linger long enough to find out, and then perhaps she would go. What was the point of her being around in the first place? All she’d managed to do was save him on more than one occasion. Other than that -- she still felt out of place. It was her own doing, she knew -- she had a moment with Ryanair and then reality had come crashing down and that was all it was: A moment that had faded just as quickly, because really, she apparently didn’t deserve to have a moment of calm. 


Clara blinked a bit out of surprise when the books were lifted from her hold, especially since she was hardly paying attention in the first place. It was easy to guess where her mind could have been, both her and Ryanair were terribly on edge with what had happened, both thrust right back into the past where it all began. She didn’t fully know his story, but she could only assume that it was hardly pleasant… 


When her own books were given back, Clara had offered a little nod as she held them to her chest before finally breaking off from the group to head into the kitchen. She hadn’t quite looked to the others who were there, nor did she offer any sort of conversation. Her attention was focused only on the glass that she plucked from the cabinet once her books were placed down, and the bottle of white wine that she grabbed immediately thereafter. She struggled with the cork for a moment, but once it was removed, she grabbed her books and carefully grabbed her glass before she turned to leave the kitchen. Where she wanted to go- well, she wasn’t certain, but she had soon heard the soft tones of music from below and the frown on her lips grew deeper. 


Inevitably, she found herself in the study where she sunk into a rather large chair, her back against one arm while her legs were soon propped over the other. She placed her books in her lap before she poured a rather large amount of wine into her glass. The bottle had been placed on the floor and she took a long sip before tilting her head back to look at the ceiling. She wasn’t happy with the emotions surging through her; wasn’t happy with the way things had gone as of late… But she knew sleep would not meet her anytime soon, and if it did, it wouldn’t last terribly long…[/center][@Arista]