Clara sat in the hallway with her knees folded close to her chest, her nose is stuffy and her eyes are red and puffy from crying. Her lips are also dry and her hair is messy.
She knows she shouldn't have cried, she knows that it's not good for her and the people around her, but she can't seem to stop herself.
Even knowing that war is raging and the loss of life is inevitable, yet even after knowing all of that. None of them can escape the pain.
Which left her wondering, how did Darius, Feli, and Brennan handle it?
Considering they were the ones closest to Oraculi.
"Clara?" Darius called the young woman's attention.
Clara looked up with her tear-stained eyes.
"H-hey," she said, her voice breaking ever so slightly.
Clara sniffed then whipped her nose before standing up to face Darius.
He was a mess - that was the first thing Clara noticed.
