Iris.
Clara grew visibly upset as she continued to rant. I could not discern what her issue was. All I wanted was to find out what happened with Ophelia.
Margery went to her table, picked up a flower, and put it under Clara's nose. Clara took a deep breath of it and sighed.
"You always know when I am all over the place." Said Clara to Margery.
Margery smiled. "Two thousand years have to gat to count for something."
I just watched them. It seemed like Margery had taken the same role Hannah did for Marius. She took care of her. It was adorable to watch. I had seen a lot of emotions for creatures that were supposed to be dead inside. They felt as much as me and worried more than humans.
"Is everything okay now?" I asked.
Margery nodded. "Clara is the one who worries the most among us. Most of the time, it becomes overwhelming for her, and she describes it as feeling like her chest is about to burst into pieces."
