[center]From the moment Clara had stepped inside, she felt odd- detached, even. Everyone was so quick to settle in and allowed themselves to be patched up. Each found their own places, and it wasn’t long before liquor had been dealt out. Even as Ryanair had offered her a glass, she still eyed him with no expression on her features, but she made sure to take the glass. She was never a girl to refuse a good drink, and after a night like that - she needed it. She felt exhausted and weak, and yet she still remained on her feet - stubborn to the bone.  

She’d taken a quick swig of whatever liquor they provided, hoping it would numb the pain that continued to throb throughout her body. She needed to get home; get back to Christian before he came looking for her. She’d only told him that she would be out for a walk; never could she have expected to be thrown in the middle of an onslaught of humans hell bent on killing any vampire in their way. Her lips curled into a frown as she moved about the room, closer to a corner just to make herself feel safe. Ever since that day centuries ago - she’d trusted no one. Hell, it took her years to even trust in Christian and all he’d ever wanted to do was help her. Now she was trapped in a home that belonged to the sire whom she’d wanted to kill - with a group of people who she could only assume were his friends and acquaintances.  Clara was uneasy and she was wounded - not a good combination. 

She watched as each had gotten bandaged up, and she had protested immediately at the assistance. However, she was quick to learn that Wolff was not one to take lightly to those protests, and she found herself bandaged up in an instant. Although it did help, the pain hadn’t subsided and she fought to hide it in front of all of those people. 

Time had slipped by and pretty soon nearly everyone had succumbed to slumber. Both Kieran and the other had been tucked away elsewhere while the remainder of the group had fallen asleep in their spots on the couch. Clara had nearly been pacing - beside herself that she was suddenly caught in such a spot - feeling both dirty and exhausted from the fight. It was late - Christian would be worrying - he couldn’t find out what she’d been up to.

The girl bit her bottom lip carefully as she eyes Wolff with that same suspicion, even though deep down she knew it was pointless. He’d patched her up for christ’s sake - he was probably the least of her worries. 

“You know... I really should get going...” There was no sneaking out - she understood that. Something told her she wouldn’t get herself past him, nor the other guards if they were still around. [/center][@Arista]