[center] It definitely had been a much needed break that relieved at least some tension from around her. Things had been slowly working out between her and Ryanair, and perhaps it was the need to protect someone younger than her, especially from the same person, that had pushed her past their differences. It was still odd- she could care less about him weeks prior and yet there she was, listening to him play for her, It was comforting, and it was probably something she’d needed - especially with all of the hell that was coming down around them. She didn’t anticipate that that relief would come from someone like Ryanair -- or even Kieran for that matter. She’d been purposely pushing others away and keeping to herself all of this time -- even this glimmer of a moment was what she needed. 

When Kieran approached her again she’d looked up at him over her knees, and had been surprised that he decided to return the glass of wine to her. For that brief moment, she wasn’t entirely sure that she’d wanted it. That immediate urge to drown herself hadn’t entirely been there, but she’d taken it carefully none the less as she pushed her legs back down so that her feet touched the floor again. She’d not commented after Kieran spoke, although part of her had agreed -- they were much better off speaking than becoming enemies... 

She’d watched the two once more and her brow raised as Kieran spoke to her again, a bit surprised that he’d asked her such a thing. Certainly she knew how to cut hair, and honestly, the thought of Kieran trying to cut Ryanair’s hair was almost laughable. Even so, she rose carefully and stretched with a small shrug of her shoulders. “I suppose I could..” Clara began quietly. “Although, that’s probably better left to tomorrow...” She murmured, a faint smile dancing across her lips as she eyed Ryanair while he headed towards the door. He looked as if he would collapse with exhaustion at any passing moment, and she soon decided to follow after him. 

“Goodnight, Kieran..” Once more her words were soft as she headed out of the room after Ryanair, a soft yawn falling from her own lips. She still held the glass down at her side while she walked, heading down the hallway with him. “...I told you that wouldn’t be terrible.” Clara commented, glancing to the younger male. [/center][@Arista]