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She herd a familiar voice.
[b]"Glad you could join us."[/b] It was  deep, husky and rough. It wasn't Dorians. [b]"Had me worried for a bit there."[/b] Clay lay slouched across a chair in the corner of the room. 
Clearly none of Dorians shirts fit him so instead he wore only an open jacket and some dress pants. 
The smell of dried blood on his pants indicated he hadn't changed since the ordeal, perhaps he hadn't even left her side. 

He stretches out wide as if just awakening himself. 
[b]"How are you feeling? Do you need anything?"[/b] Clay asks amongst a yawn as he slowly gets out of the chair and tries to straighten up the jacket best he can.

[b]"I'm really sorry about the clothes but we couldn't well leave you in those other ones, needed them out the way, n' didn't want to leave ya there... ya know."[/b] 

His hand goes to the back of his head as he awkwardly tries to explain the reason for her new apparel. Feeling it important to explain right away to remove the guilt.

Clay was by far more muscular then Dorian, and his I'll fitting tight clothes only emphasised that more.