Claire had been grateful that Eve hadn't pestered her about her hand.  She hated being fussed over, but made sure that Eve had gone to bed before going to the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror, brushing some of her hair out of her face. She looked at her blue eyes, which seemed to be a bit more vivid than they'd been before. She couldn't ever have remembered them being so bright. And her skin was a little different too, hard to place it. It was like it'd suddenly become near perfect, flawless.<br/><br/>She felt weirded out as she pulled out her hand and saw the wound. It was almost gone, literally. Claire gasped quietly and looked at the bathroom door. She'd made certain to lock it but listened for a few moments to make sure no one was walking towards it. Still, despite her anxiousness, Claire ran her hand under the tap and put peroxide on it just to be safe. Her headache had worsened, and she needed to go to bed too. She dragged herself out, after making sure the coast was clear, and went to her room, falling on her bed. She would not awaken until her sister came to shake her out of bed.