Clara knew that he was still staring at her and by looking away from him she was reeminded of the dream. Her hand went to her neck where his dream self had kissed it. He said it had been a dream that had bothered him but the gasped mafe her look at him again. Her eyes lingered over his bare chest and finially his lips. She started to feel hot like she had in the dream but unlike her dream self she was embarresed, "What did you have a nightmare?" She asked and was annoyed that her voice had started off breathy but it had evened out in the end.<br/><br/>She knew that she wouldn't have been able to stay around him long so soon after that dream. Her hand fell from her neck and rested on her sword as it normaly did when she tried to get control of her emotions. When he asked her why she had gotten up she answered, "I... had a dre.. dream and it woke me up." She said this and looked down at her feet since she had been thinking of how it had felt when his bare chest had brushed against hers. She bit her tounge to stop the thoughts as her body heated and her breasts ached to be touched. She couldn't be having these thoughts now when she hadn't when she was young and hormone crazed so why now?