Reaction
[The man she loved was dying, and she could not be there with him. The Inquisition was up to something she did not know. A stupid cunt in town was trying extremely poorly to make the Church look foolish. There were all the issues with starting the crisis center. A murderer was living with her that she had no idea what to do with now. And that was only the tip of the iceberg.
Her only respite from every stress of her waking hours was that delicate part of the sleep cycle before the dreams of her past crept in to haunt her. So when she closed her eyes to a warning in sparkling red and pink? That was what finally cracked her.
She understood. Not to the extent that perhaps she needed to, but message received. The Spear called to her from the closet, its hunger for blood unmistakable.
Claire curled up into the smallest fetal ball she could manage and pulled the pillow over top of her head. The bawling that came after was muffled catharsis that bled long from the night and into the rising dawn.
There was no time to sleep now. She had wards to strengthen.]