[center] It seemed as if Clara was satisfied with the answer she received. How could she not doubt the other, however? Whatever this was had made its way into the mansion right under their noses and completely wiped out half of their group -- all of this while they were simply sleeping. It shook her confidence over the situation, that was for sure. It was one thing to deal with a crazed Kieran - it was a whole other story to deal with the rest of it that clearly had the ability to overpower them without them even knowing. Really, it made her doubt why she even had been sticking around. Sure, Kieran was her sire - sure, perhaps there was something in her that she couldn’t outright explain that needed to be near him -- but at the end of the day, her actions seemed for naught. Ryanair was the one with him now, and she felt as if maybe when all of this was over, she would leave -- maybe after all of this time, Christian had been right. 

Clara frowned at her own thoughts, but she moved to help the other clear the bed mindlessly. “I think the battle is going to be making sure that he keeps that thing on him st all times.” She reminded the mage as she waited for her to return with a new set of sheets. She’d only glanced over at Isabella once she entered, almost a little uncomfortable at the growing group around her. 

Still, Clara had helped Lye make the bed and waited patiently for the other to collect the supplies to clean the room. Once this was done, they could head downstairs and help the others. They would have to collect each of the fallen and bury them while others would have to clean up the remains of the disaster downstairs. It was going to be an absolutely long day. 

And yet, there she was on hands and knees scrubbing at the floor beneath her - soon scrubbing at the walls and furniture. It gave her far too much time to dwell on things, and the frown remained on her lips. Without a doubt something more was going to happen, and even with Lye’s spells, she still wasn’t so sure that they were safe under the same roof. Part of her really did want to run and throw it all behind her. What really, was keeping her other than a sire who was too caught up in her replacement to even notice what she’d been doing for him half of the time? She probably could run and he would never think to go after her... 

Maybe it was a conversation she needed to have with Christian. Although - she knew the other male would jump on it at the first opportunity that she’d given him. She honestly had been surprised that he hadn’t already come through the door and demanded that they both leave after last night -- nothing was holding [i]him[/i] back, except for her.

Eventually, Clara had made her way back downstairs once Kieran’s room had been cleaned and smelling of bleach rather than copper. It seemed most of the bodies had been moved, and what was left was both soaked and caked blood on the floors, walls, and furniture. She curled her nose at the smell again, and only sighed before she went right back to scrubbing it all over again. Even she couldn’t ignore the troubled look that was on Christian’s features as he soon came back inside to help the effort. [/center][@Arista]