[center]Clara had blinked in confusion as soon as Kieran had approached her, and furthermore, she frowned when he’d taken the glass of wine from her. Her empty hand still in the air she parted her lips to protest, but then Kieran had signaled for her to have a seat. She frowned, her lips pursed while her brow furrowed before she crossed her arms over her chest. Really, she had been ready to head right out that door, leave the two be, and head to her room alone. It was what she was used to -- she was okay with it, although, that probably was more a lie than the truth. So, she quietly made her way to the chair and sat down slowly as Ryanair had left the room. 

She felt uneasy and unsure, her legs crossed just as her arms had been. Her attention remained throughout the room idly, the silence thick between the two of them. Why couldn’t he just let her run off?

She’d tapped her fingers against her arm idly until Ryanair had returned, and when he did, she raised a brow. She’d noticed the violin as soon as he’d lifted it and she didn’t exactly protest. Clearly he’d wanted to play, whether that was to keep her around or not, she wasn’t so sure. There had been a shift between the two of them recently, and thankfully it had been for the good. She’d regretted treating him terribly at first, although she couldn’t help herself. To see a replacement after being abandoned had not put her in the best position... 

He’d begun to play and at first she’d still sat there with her arms crossed, but after a long moment she’d uncrossed them and pulled her legs up to  her chest on the chair. She’d wrapped her arms around them and rested her chin atop her knees while she eyed the two of them carefully. 

How she ended up there was besides her. About a month ago, she’d been hell bent on destroying the man who had stolen her life -- throughout that month she’d not only saved him numerous times, but she had also began a sort of fondness for Ryanair. The past her probably would have laughed terribly over the prospect...

And yet there she was, listening to Ryanair play. 

The frown fell upon her lips for a moment as she mulled over the past and mulled over what future could have met her then. She’d swallowed the small lump that formed back up in her throat, and she shifted a little uncomfortably in her spot. But once he’d finished, she was hesitant to break the silence. 

“...What are you boys trying to do?” Clara began softly. “Soften me up?” Even so, a small smile found its way back on her lips. Did she feel a little better? Yes. Were things entirely fixed? No, of course not... Those things would take some time, and inevitably, she would need to have that discussion. [/center]
[@Arista]