[center]Clara had let the hot water run over her, careful of aggravating her wounds even further. The water felt wonderful against her aching muscles and only served to make her even more tired than she had been before. Still, she could not help but indulge as she leaned against the wall, allowing the water to wash all of the blood and dirt from her body. It had been quite a while before she'd emerged to dry off, finally willing to look at herself in the mirror. Most of her bruises had faded away, but the cut on both her shoulder and side still had been reluctant to heal as quick as she'd like. With a frown, she mulled around the large bathroom, checking cabinets and drawers before she'd found something to re-wrap her wounds in. It had been tricky by herself, but she'd managed to wrap her shoulder and then her waist, where the slice had looked particularly angry on her side. 

She carefully slipped into the set of clothes that had been left, reluctant to take them. She knew nothing of the female downstairs and wasn't quite sure if it was a good idea – however – she could very well pin it on Ryanair if it had been a problem. Her guard would remain up – she still felt as if she couldn't trust any one of them – After all, they knew Kieran, for christ's sake – and she knew full well she couldn't trust him at the end of the day. 

Clara had given a long sigh as she found a brush and managed to work the knots out of her wet hair. With a little scrunch, her natural waves had returned and she tousled up her long locks before they fell loose around her shoulders, stopping at her waist again. Eyeing herself for a moment longer after she'd dressed, she frowned slightly. It would do – not as if she had anyone to impress anyway. 

She'd been tempted not even to leave the room and collapse on the bed, but she really needed to figure out when she could slip away from them all instead. So, shoving her absolute exhaustion aside, Clara eventually emerged from the room and headed downstairs carefully and quietly, not wanting to fully interact with the rest of them, but unable to ignore her hunger just the same. 

As she rounded the corner to the dining room where everyone had been, she'd raised a brow at the conversation at hand, steering clear of both Kieran and Ryanair as she entered the room. Perhaps it wasn't the best of times to have decided to join them, but it wasn't much of her business anyway. Regardless, the topic had her almost scrunching her nose as she silently went for her own plate of food. Who would want to marry [i]him[/i] of all people? The thought alone was almost laughable – that man could never be trusted, she was absolutely certain. And, honestly, if she had her way – there wouldn't be much to marry once she'd been finished with him. 
[/center] [@Arista]