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During her restless slumber, Clarissa had the opportunity to finally have the privacy she longed for once she could tell everyone else was deep in their own sleep. She was able to shed a few tears for everything she had lost that day - her sister, her village, the life that she once new, the lie that she once lived... the normalcy of it all. Unfortunately she also needed the toilet during the night, which forced her up and out of the hut for a short amount of time. Although in hindsight she should have woken Anders or Daisy to ask where to find it. So she wandered aimlessly for a moment in the night, trying to find an outhouse or something similar. Eventually finding it, she also found some herbs that her mother had taught her once could help with pain. So she picked some to keep safe, knowing from the aches that were already beginning at that point, that she would hurt in the morning.
A part of her also wanted to give some to Tate... in case his arm still hurt.
At the chaos that ensued in the morning, Clarissa groaned softly and rolled over so her face could press into the pillow she had been given with the bunk. It was only when she noticed the difference in smell that filled both the room and the pillow, did everything come flooding back. There were a few damp patches on the pillow, reminding her of the tears she allowed to escape during the night. She made sure to flip it quietly to make sure no one else would notice. While everyone jostled for position at the sink, which then made her realise that they may have had a toilet inside the hut, she continued to lie in her new bed. Wrapped up in the blanket and eyes staring at the wall as she attempted to process everything from the day before.
Her fingers drifted to her jaw, which was still slightly tender from Tate's hold yesterday. Then to the hip she felt she may have bruised, which turned out to feel worse than her jaw. Overall her bones ached, a mixture of the ache one experienced with the flu and the pains when growing. Clarissa put it down to being dragged by the wolves yesterday.
Her hand stilled at the sound of the door opening, the silence that came with it confirming who she believed it to be. His scent reached her before anyone dared to speak, and she closed her eyes at the prospect of another verbal battle with him throughout the day. The muscles in her shoulders tightened at his snap back to Lyle and she squeezed her eyes with a soft sight. Her ears strained to listen to his movements, taking in the measured strides he took to approach her.
Clarissa didn't allow him to shake her for long, catching his wrist to stop him from doing so. Her hold was gentle and she turned her head to look at him so he could see she didn't mean any harm. "Alright... alright." She sighed, releasing his wrist and sitting up, "Give me two minutes... I won't be long." She pulled herself to the edge of the bed, hopping down shortly afterwards. Clarissa turned to squeeze past Chester and Lyle to reach the sink. The two looked to one another before looking back at their elder brother, waiting for his reaction if he gave one at all.
Once splashing her face with some cold water and brushing her teeth with what they had to offer and her finger, since she had no brush, Clarissa ran her fingers through her hair to tame the bedhead. Reluctantly she gathered the herbs she had picked in the night, popping some of the leaves in her mouth to chew on, leaving the others behind to find Tate.
A part of her also wanted to give some to Tate... in case his arm still hurt.
At the chaos that ensued in the morning, Clarissa groaned softly and rolled over so her face could press into the pillow she had been given with the bunk. It was only when she noticed the difference in smell that filled both the room and the pillow, did everything come flooding back. There were a few damp patches on the pillow, reminding her of the tears she allowed to escape during the night. She made sure to flip it quietly to make sure no one else would notice. While everyone jostled for position at the sink, which then made her realise that they may have had a toilet inside the hut, she continued to lie in her new bed. Wrapped up in the blanket and eyes staring at the wall as she attempted to process everything from the day before.
Her fingers drifted to her jaw, which was still slightly tender from Tate's hold yesterday. Then to the hip she felt she may have bruised, which turned out to feel worse than her jaw. Overall her bones ached, a mixture of the ache one experienced with the flu and the pains when growing. Clarissa put it down to being dragged by the wolves yesterday.
Her hand stilled at the sound of the door opening, the silence that came with it confirming who she believed it to be. His scent reached her before anyone dared to speak, and she closed her eyes at the prospect of another verbal battle with him throughout the day. The muscles in her shoulders tightened at his snap back to Lyle and she squeezed her eyes with a soft sight. Her ears strained to listen to his movements, taking in the measured strides he took to approach her.
Clarissa didn't allow him to shake her for long, catching his wrist to stop him from doing so. Her hold was gentle and she turned her head to look at him so he could see she didn't mean any harm. "Alright... alright." She sighed, releasing his wrist and sitting up, "Give me two minutes... I won't be long." She pulled herself to the edge of the bed, hopping down shortly afterwards. Clarissa turned to squeeze past Chester and Lyle to reach the sink. The two looked to one another before looking back at their elder brother, waiting for his reaction if he gave one at all.
Once splashing her face with some cold water and brushing her teeth with what they had to offer and her finger, since she had no brush, Clarissa ran her fingers through her hair to tame the bedhead. Reluctantly she gathered the herbs she had picked in the night, popping some of the leaves in her mouth to chew on, leaving the others behind to find Tate.