Feeling the warmth of his hand leaving hers, she watched him lay down and rest. Many wizards disliked sleep. Some believed that it made them vulnerable in a spiritual since. Others with a more obvious mind set worried that they left their bodies open for attack. Even Clara was not fond of resting unless she had prepared some form of defense. Her golden eyes went over Alexander's resting body several times. The hand that held hers for what seemed like ages lie palm up towards her. It looked like such an innocent gesture, but Clara didn't take his hand again. Instead she continued to look around him. It was odd to see such a powerful wizard sleeping like he was, but it also showed he was human. This was a relief to her. It was always easier to believe that those of power were indestructible beings incapable of doing wrong. Seeing them vulnerable helped banish those idiotic ideas. 

Clara winced feeling a stinging sensation in her other hand. Her palm was bleeding again. She looked down to see it had scabbed over some but moving it caused the wound to open. Sighing through her nose she studied the scabs curiously. Healing magic wasn't her strong suit and her energy was too low to even attempt it. Instead, she chose to wrap it by tearing part of her clothes. For the journey to the barrier, Clara had worn a travel tunic that reached down to the mid thigh and under that some travel pants and boots. Her tunic once had sleeves, but she quickly removed them after suffering the heat of the southern climate. She ripped part of the end of her tunic and began to cover her hand that best she could. Thankfully the wound was a small one. Many animals had an excellent sense of smell, thus a bleeding wound would easily make someone a target for hungry beasts. 

While she was crudely dressing her small wound, she was humming the same song she used as a mantra for concentration. It was a simple melody and held some importance to her. "old as old" She sang softly while finishing up her work. Then she saw Alexander move. Something, maybe her connection with him, or her gut told her something was different. Hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she stared at him looking almost like a spooked animal watching whatever disturbed them. He spoke to her. Her eyes went over him several times. There was one physical difference to Alexander, and that was his eyes. He asked her name. Curiosity boiled up within her causing her to smirk and tilt her head slightly at him. This was an interesting twist. What secret had just been revealed to her?
"Thank you.." She breathed smiling pleasantly. "Didn't he tell you my name? Or do you two not exchange in conversation often?" It wasn't often that someone was greeted by some one they've met before like they haven't met before. Did something else reside within Alexander? Or, was he broken like many witch or wizard who dabbled too closely with a maddening substance. It was anyone's guess at this point and that made it all the more exciting.