[center] Clara was confused – perhaps more confused than she'd ever been over the situation. She hadn’t expected Ryanair to explain anything at all, most of which to include what he'd known about that night. The girl was complaining just to vent and get it off of her shoulders, and yet he met her with a reason which she'd never heard, or anticipated, before. She hadn't quite known what to think, and initially had parted her lips to argue with Ryanair, but she thought better of it. Her lips closed tight and she narrowed her eyes at the ceiling for a long moment. Perhaps it was better that way; although she wasn't quite sure she would ever get an absolute explanation out of Kieran… especially if this onslaught of attacks continued. There was only so much the body could handle… 

She let out a slow sigh to keep herself from another outburst as she studied the ceiling as if it had been the most interesting thing in the room. Meanwhile, her thoughts were racing and she was mulling over what he'd told her and wondering if she should believe him or not. He'd given her no reason to doubt him, had they not just been carelessly throwing snowballs at each other before this whole ordeal had come to light? What would he have to gain in fabricating some story about her and Kieran?

The frown remained on her lips throughout her inner turmoil, and she had shifted a bit in place as she glanced to Ryanair over the new commotion. She wasn't quite sure if it was a good thing or not – wanting to pry more information out of him if he, in fact, knew anything further, but then knowing full well that it wasn't the best idea to do so. He'd given her enough to wonder over, and she would have to eventually seek her answers elsewhere. 

Clara still couldn't shake her emotions over the whole situation, feeling terribly tired but knowing full well that any sleep she sought wouldn't help her in the least. She would eventually wake up from that same dream over and over again, and no matter what she did, she couldn't hide from it. All of the years that she'd managed to blur the lines, forget the details, and inevitably make herself feel at least the tiniest bit better over it  had all suddenly been for naught. It was as if he'd done it to her all over again, and she couldn't help the anger that still bubbled within her – regardless of the fact that he'd slighted her centuries upon centuries before. 

She had watched the interaction between Lye and Ryanair only partially, seeing what was occurring without truly registering it, but soon Ryanair had left and Lye was soon removing the needle from her arm. Clara had sat up carefully, ignoring the sudden rush that had come over her head at the new movement.  Maybe she could wander off and lock herself away in her room – surely the wine would get to her much quicker now that she'd given as much blood as she had. 

But Lye's invitation hung on the air and despite the frown that still lingered, Clara bit her lip and thought it over. It probably would do her some good to get out and get away – it probably was a better idea than shoving herself into her own little corner until sleep took her over again… 

She glanced to Kieran for a moment before she breathed a quiet sigh. Lye was right – she needed a distraction. "Alright… I'll come along." She spoke quietly and moved to slide her legs over the side of the bed before she carefully came to stand. She'd been a bit light headed, but she knew it would soon pass. She still had kept her distance between everyone in the house and herself, finding it easier that way, but what would one quick trip into town hurt?

"Just – let me get changed first and I'll meet you in the foyer." She offered before glancing once more to Kieran as she slipped out of the room. 

It wouldn't take her long at all to get dressed, sliding into a pair of jeans and some black boots before she slipped a long-sleeved black cotton shirt over her head. Clara had tossed her hair up into a clip, brushing away the stray tendrils that fell from it out of her face before she eyed herself in the mirror for a moment longer. She looked tired and almost spent, and she frowned as she finally turned from the mirror and headed out of her room and down into the foyer. [/center]
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