[ Before Clara can answer, there's motion in her peripheral vision, and she sees a very large wolf. She's never seen a real wolf before; she has no idea if she is now. Over her time in the tower she's seen so much that wasn't really there, or doesn't exist anymore — hasn't and won't again. She can't be sure, but Clara doesn't react much, tilting her head to the side as it sits close. Not quite beside her, but between her and the Child.
Blinking slowly, her gaze drifts back to the Child. ]
Being in this place made me sick. How do I get well?
[ Clara glances at the wolf once again, tentatively reaching out a hand because it seems...calm. ]
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Blinking slowly, her gaze drifts back to the Child. ]
Being in this place made me sick. How do I get well?
[ Clara glances at the wolf once again, tentatively reaching out a hand because it seems...calm. ]