<span style="font-weight: bold">"You can check on him if you like." he said, "He should be fine though. He probably needs to calm down or something."</span>Helena folded her arms, trying to look stern. But she held her tongue. No need to get upset about his indifferent tone. Lost in her own thoughts, she lent her hip against the chair that Clay had sat in, her gaze automatically turning upwards.<br/><br/>Drake's jokes snapped her back into the conversation, and she held up a hand to cover a ghostly giggle over Jayce's reddening face. Her laughter only ceased for a moment as she saw red blooming rapidly on his white t-shirt, to return to the same level when Kala went bananas over a few drops of blood.<span style="font-style: italic">I like this deer. Sweetest half-human I ever saw,</span>she thought. Still snickering and covering her mouth with one hand, she held out the other towards Kala.<br/><br/>"As he says, it really doesn't matter all that much," Helena said, gazing honestly at her. "Humans don't end up invalid just because of a small prick. Well, not unless Drake's claws are dirty. Then the cut might become infected and he will lose his arm," she added, unable to resist. She floated silently out of the room with a quick wave at the other residents.<br/><br/>It did not take long for Helena to cross the kitchen and climb the stairs at the far end, the chatter from the lounge lessening to a soft hum of voices as she reached the top floor. As she went down the hall, she let her fingertips slide alongside her through the wall. It was a funny feeling; almost like dragging them through syrup. Easy enough, but somehow she could still sense some kind of resistance. Clay's room was at the far end right next to Drake's. She wondered why one of them didn't just move to the other side of the hall if they really bothered one another so much every morning.<br/><br/>When she got to the wooden door that separated Clay's room from the hall, she simply stood there for a while, listening. She couldn't hear anything. Was he asleep? She wasn't sure that he wanted to be disturbed right now. On the other hand, she<span style="text-decoration: underline">wanted</span>to disturb him -  partly to see whether he was okay, and then to see if she could annoy him. "Clay?" she called softly, then again, a little louder, wishing she could knock.