[center]Clara had been quiet as her frown deepened at his response. What did she expect -- for him to just allow her to leave without a second thought? Who knew if there were others out there, and she was smart enough to know that the rest of the vampires who had assisted hadn’t exactly gone home. She’d stood there for a long while before the girl gave a quiet little huff, turning on her heel to find a chair to park herself in. She was uncomfortable and on edge, and she knew she would hardly sleep that night. She just wanted to be home in her own bed and away from these people. She didn’t do well with strangers, let alone a crowd of them who all were familiar with her sire. 

She had pulled her legs up closer to her, almost in a little ball in a chair farthest away from them all. Ignoring the protest in her side over the position, that’s where she remained. She’d taken in her surroundings carefully, and taken note of where everyone remained - she wasn’t about to take any chances. Hopefully, Christian wouldn’t throw an absolute fit when she was allowed to leave. 

Morning had come and it seemed like ages when it had. She’d only nodded off once or twice, awoken by any little sound or shift that had occurred. Clara had been utterly exhausted and she’d attempted to mask her underlying stress as well - knowing it did her no good to stay awake as long as she had. Sleep would only help her heal faster, she knew, but that wasn’t exactly an option in that household. 

When Ryanair approached her she’d only glanced his way for a moment, reluctant to take the cup from him. She still had a bad taste for the male, not that she could really help it. It was hard to like someone who’d gotten everything that you were supposed to have. With a small sigh she’d reached out with her uninjured arm and carefully took the coffee. She’d been hungry; she’d been exhausted -- she just wanted to lie down and sleep it all off. 

Clara had listened to him carefully and at the mention of Esther, she had only glanced towards where the other females had been sitting. Was it a good idea to borrow one of their sets of clothes? She wasn’t so sure - but it was becoming painfully obvious that she wasn’t about to leave any time soon, and she couldn’t very well walk home looking like the mess she was... She hadn’t responded to Ryanair, only offering a quick look towards him as he left her. 

Still, a shower seemed tempting -- she needed to get washed up... 

With a strong ache in her bones, Clara had pushed herself up quietly from the chair, still nursing her cup of coffee as she had actually taken Ryanair’s advice. Now - where had he said? Fourth door to the right... that was it. As quietly as she could she’d entered the room and nearly made a beeline towards the bathroom -refusing to look in the mirror as she passed it by. She knew she looked like hell and didn’t need that confirmation either. She had reached to turn the shower on before carefully removing her ruined clothes with a little huff -- Honestly, she wouldn’t be out of that bathroom for a while - allowing the hot water to wash over her as she stood there, the frown still on her lips.  She shouldn’t have been there - of all places - taking a shower in [i]his[/i] home... Everything within her wanted to run. [/center] [@Arista]