The man gently placed a hand beneath her chin, inclining her face upward to stare into his glowing eyes and listen while he uttered words that were foreign to her ears. Clara thought the effects of his incantation would heal the throbbing bruise on her cheek, but she could still see the purple and blue knot when she looked down. He gave her warning, not expecting the pain that came along with the pleasant smelling fluid he applied to her cheek to feel so awful. It was near excruciating and she almost preferred the ache of the wound itself as opposed to the healing process. She winced and attempted to pull away now and then, wanting to retreat to compose herself before she experienced the next intense stinging sensation. The healer wouldn’t allow her, holding her in place by her chin while he worked swiftly and diligently. When it seemed that he was finally through, there was more suffering to endure. An unnatural pop made her jump a bit, but afterward there was no more pain. Alistar let her go finally, and lightly she brushed her fingers across her cheek. Unlike before, there was no terrible throbbing. The raised bump was completely gone.<br/><br/>She would have thanked him, but he was only doing his job. It was no act of kindness and she knew from the way he quickly packed his things like a professional. “No . . . nothing else.” With how uncomfortable and painful the healing process was, she was more inclined to endure the minor bumps and bruises on her body rather than be subjected to more of his chants and potions.<br/><br/>“Good. My employer is requesting your presence in his study now.” He informed her, moving to the door. He opened it, awaiting the blonde who was still a bit fascinated by the removal of her wound since she kept stroking her cheek. “Perhaps ‘request’ wasn’t the word I was looking for. It was more of a demand, so it is in your best interest not to keep him waiting. I will show you there,” he said, giving a sharp head jerk toward the door.<br/><br/>Clara pushed herself up, covering herself a best as she could. Even though it was likely that every guard and employee had seen her parading through the house completely bare, she couldn’t help but feel indecent. The need to hide what she could was difficult to ignore. It helped that the guards kept their eyes straight ahead, as far as she could tell anyways. It wasn’t like back at the dark venue when she felt eyes on her like a pair of hands, roaming her form. After the initial shock, even Alistar was all business as he healed her. Now, he was leading her down the hall and back toward the stairs. They descended the steps and made a right, moving past a spacious dining room and living room with vast floor-to-ceiling windows. Clara looked around, trying to take note of entrances and exits. Each one was manned, occupied by a guard or two, clad in black.<br/><br/>They reached a door toward the end of the hall and Alistar knocked a few times. He listened for the voice on the other side to allow him entry, then opened it to let Clara enter the space. Hesitantly, she stepped inside.<br/><br/>“Ms. Allerton is well now.” He announced, waiting to be dismissed if there was nothing else his employer required of him.