[center]Of all things, Clara could not have expected what had happened next. When Ryanair suddenly stood, she had raised a brow and almost flinched as he’d closed the space between them. She blinked, her form rigid and stiff in his hold, unsure of what to do or how to react. When Kieran had followed suit, his arms around the both of them, she bit her lip. Her hands were still at her sides, trapped in an embrace that felt both awkward and yet necessary all in the same. And without much thought, she’d felt the small lump welling up in her throat - the quick constriction of her throat as she shut her eyes, unwilling to let anything well up, lest it be seen. Perhaps it was what she needed - she needed to be made to [i]feel[/i] again, and this was one way of going about it. 

One by one Kieran had moved away from her and then Ryanair had followed along. What she hadn’t anticipated was the look of sheer fear and almost regret upon Ryanair’s features. There was tension on the air, almost like electricity, and she couldn’t entirely fathom why. Did they both think she was going to explode? That she was going to curse the hell out of them for even touching her? Her gaze had softened at the thought and guilt suddenly welled up within her. 

They’d notice the mix of emotions that continued to dance across her features all the while she remained silent. Clara swallowed again, unsure of what to say or how to react. She would not lash out at them - there was no reason to. And the fact that it was the first emotion they’d assumed she’d react with made her feel like a terrible person. 

Even so, she crossed her arms in that new insecurity and she bit her lip carefully as she watched the two. “...Maybe I should go.” Her words were quiet. Yes, maybe she should simply leave the two alone now. Ryanair would be fine, she was certain, and it seemed Kieran would be harmless in those moments. Maybe they could hash things out further... much like she needed to inevitably do. 

Clara had nodded in confirmation to her own thoughts and glanced towards the door. “Yes; You two probably still need to talk more.” She continued to offer, and she quickly looked for her glass that she’d discarded - it was a comfort - to be able to drink and forget for a moment’s time... [/center][@Arista]