He can feel the warmth of her underneath him. He wonders if she can feel, or maybe even hear, the rapid thudding of his heart. It feels like it's trying to break free of his chest.

Clara is indeed impressively quiet; Nacho is silently amazed that she was able to sneak in as well as she did. Impressed, but also a little bit concerned, and part of him maybe wants to scold her. What the hell did she think she was doing, coming here all by herself?

He can't deny he's glad to see her, though. The smell of her pinned underneath him is a small comfort in this situation, but it is still a comfort.

The food of one of the undead drags across the tavern floor, making a scraping sound. Nacho remains silent and still, on top of Clara.