[center]At the others soft words, Ryanair felt his walls crashing and his lips parted to speak. 

“You've been out of it for weeks and you started feeding on me and soon it wasn't even for that. I had marks all over my neck and shoulders and didn't come near you and everyone kept their distance and then Wolff found out why and then this happened and-” His breath left him and the blonde found his knees buckling, thankfully he'd been close to a chair and managed to sit himself down. “-You were injured and the wolves were slaughtered except for Ynez and Evian and no one woke up during any of it.” He finished in a breathless voice, his fingers clenching in his lap. His gaze left the floor and focused on Clara's glass, he lifted himself up and reached for the cabinet beside the door. Opening the doors he tugged out a small bottle of wine and rose to his feet, he ignored his sire in favor of offering the female a refill. 

“I-wait-[i]what [/i]” Kieran stated after a moment, Ryanair swallowed and filled Clara's glass before moving back to his chair. He felt tired now and how could he not? Sleep hadn't been forthcoming for the past few days. 

“I basically became a chew toy as well as a blood-sack until Wolff found out and suggested I have a separate room and lock the door.” He stated with his gaze focused on the brown bottle in his hands, his tone was snappy and harsh. His eyes blinked when he felt a gust of frigid air and he glanced up and out the window, a white and black-striped blur passing by had him relaxing. It must of been a burst of magic to keep the crystals working, leaning his head back the blonde closed his eyes and tried to block out the flurry of emotions filling him. 

And now how was he going to react? Ryanair didn't open his eyes but took comfort in Clara's close presence. [/center]

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