[center]When Ryanair had stepped inside, Clara followed until he’d released her. As she expected, he immediately headed towards Kieran, and it was apparent he was terribly unsure of what to do. She had lingered by the door quietly, only nodding towards Kieran when he’d acknowledged her. She’d carefully shut the door behind her and leaned against it for a long moment as she watched the two of them, noting how Ryanair still shied away from him. She’d known that feeling all too well - regardless of the words that had come out of Kieran’s mouth weeks ago - his touch had her wanting to hide; wanting to run. She didn’t want to allow herself to fall right back into what had caused her moment of weakness with him centuries before. She’d been terrified that she’d be betrayed again, and could hardly allow herself to believe any words that passed his lips, even if they might have been true. 

The uncertainty and nerves had been so terribly obvious that Clara frowned as she watched the younger male near Kieran’s bed. She’d remained where she was for only a moment longer before she took a few steps into the room. She’d glanced at her surroundings - the high walls and windows; the furniture, even the floor - anything to keep her attention from the two for as long as she could. She hardly wanted to see any bit of comfort that she felt might occur, and yet, she had to be fully aware of what was going on should he lash out and Clara have to intervene. 

She’d idly stepped passed a dresser and ran her hand against the top before she paused, only a little closer to Ryanair. Once more she’d lifted her glass to take a long sip of whatever wine remained, and she frowned at the little amount that had been left. Lord, she should have filled her glass up at least once more before she’d decided on assisting Ryanair. At least then she probably wouldn’t feel as uncomfortable as she was in that moment. 

Even so, Ryanair had begun, but there was far too long of a pause following. She’d looked towards the younger male and cleared her throat softly, her hand dropping carefully with her glass at her side. Her other arm was crossed against her chest, her hand holding her fallen arm. “Go ahead, Ryanair...” She intervened, knowing he’d probably needed that little push. He needed that little chip at his wall to make it come tumbling down. The worse that could happen was that Kieran would lash out -- and Clara would at least be there to stop it. [/center][@Arista]