Clara was clearly getting angry with the spirit but was slightly quelled when Art agreed with her and for once she didn't yell at him for calling her Sunrise again. The anger flared back up though when the spirit had to nerve to call her the slut when Art was her's first, "Excuse me!?" If Art hadn't stepped up and nearly told her to 'fuck the hell off' she would have done it herself.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Stealing the perfect man right under my very nose." </span>The thing complained as it went back into the water and disapered,  "There's another reason why I hate water." She grumbled as Art went into the water to check if it was safe before he let her walk in.<span style="font-style: italic">"I will clean your armor while you bath. I need something to keep my hands busy."</span>She held onto her armor for a moment since she had never let anyone have it before. She ran her fingers over it and felt the answering buzz of magic that felt so strongly like her teacher that sometimes she thought he was there with her, "This is very important to me... I just want you to undertand what it means fo rme to let you even hold it." She said as she handed it over to him. As she let go of the armor she felt the tug of the magic as though he didn't want her to let go.