[center]Any worry of an attack or a negative reaction from Kieran was soon being dashed and thrown away. The man was surprised about everything, absolutely, but he also reasoned and understood how it could have happened after a moment’s thought. His explanation was enough to appease her - Kieran had not been himself and as such, had committed such horrible acts against Ryanair. Idly she wondered how that must have felt - how to be in control of yourself one moment, and the next to lose all memory and recollection of what you’ve done. Furthermore to never realize that part of you truly had been missing until someone had decided to bring it up -- She couldn’t imagine the guilt that would come with such a thing. 

Clara eyed the two carefully, stiffening as Kieran neared Ryanair. When his arms slipped around the younger, she remained just as stiff and had shifted uncomfortably, her attention now focused against the farthest wall in the room. It was clear the man wasn’t going to react horribly anymore - with this little display of affection, perhaps it was time for her to make her exit. Clearly, Ryanair wouldn’t need her support further, although she wasn’t so sure leaving him with Kieran was the best of plans at the moment, despite the fact that the man seemed to have his wits about him. 

She’d been toying with the idea of leaving, mulling over her exit as she heard Kieran’s soft apology to Ryanair. Once more she’d felt that cold chill of jealousy rising through her chest, but she did her best to quell it -- what was the damn point? 

Her body had shifted in the slightest as she had decided to leave, however, Kieran’s words once more had caught herself off guard. His own apology to her, no matter how small, had not been anticipated. Hell, she figured she’d come in here, patch up what was ailing the two if she could, and she’d run back off to drown herself in the bottle -another vice to get her to sleep at night. 

His apology had been so foreign to her, save that one time, that Clara wasn’t entirely sure how to react. Part of her had wanted to throw a fit - snap back at him that he [i]should[/i] have been sorry - that he’d broken promises before and this was nothing new to her. That she was used to his cold behavior now; his favoritism... 

But where would that get her?

And furthermore, she wasn’t sure that she really wanted him to know how she felt. Lord, she felt almost childish in her own admittance that, at the end of the day, she [i]was[/i] hurt that Ryanair had been by his side when Clara stumbled upon him once more; that all of his focus and devotion seemed centered around that younger male -- and that she’d felt much like a piece of trash, discarded on the wind once he was done with her. 

She cleared her throat, suddenly feeling the constriction well up within it before she simply shook her head and lifted a hand to wave it off -- as if it were nothing. 

“Don’t worry about me..” Clara began, her words quiet as she’d turned her attention carefully back to Kieran. Her focused switched between both males for a moment before settling on the elder. “I’ll be fine. Like I always am.” She shrugged and her arms came to cross about her chest again. There was no anger in her words; no harsh tone with her usual attitude. She simply sounded tired - tired of the games; tired of her own frustration -- she needed to learn to get passed it, and honestly, she needed to grow a pair like Ryanair and simply tell Kieran how she truly felt; how all of it continued to make her feel. But- that was for another day... another time. [/center][@Arista]