Clara found herself in nightmare after nightmare unable to escape. She felt like she was trapped as her enimes surrounded her agian and again. They taunted her and even her own people did as well calling her a freak and a traitor. In the conscious world where Art sat by her side he could see that something was troubling her in her mind. She mummbled some words, but most made no sense at all. A frequent word that left her lips was 'traitor' and 'stop.' She was extremely warm and had a fever from her injury and the trama of everything that had happened.<br/><br/>She did not awaken however until hours later. It would have been twilight outside when her eyes fluttered open. Her fevor had broken maybe an hour before and wounds were healed enough so that she would beable to move without oo much discomfort. It was almost instantly that her eyes sought out Art when she had woken. He was sitting near by at a fire and was cooking again. There looked to be a few charred fish on the side that he must have cooked earlier when she hadn't woken yet, "Are you still trying to cook? You know you lizards always burn everything." She said softly in a teasing ton as she slowly sat up. Her side gave a twinge of pain but it was ignorable for now. Her blanket had fallen into her lap as she sat up and didn't feel the embaressment she would have expected form herself when all she was wearing was her bra. He had already seen her like this when he had bandaged her wounds so there was no point in yelling at him, "How long did I sleep for?" She asked as she looked around the room and saw the bruned area where he had slept next to her. He had to have left to get the fish but she did not blame him for that. She was just glad that he had not left her here alone.