( She's like to have some smart reply, some retort, but she's got nothing. Her gaze is locked on Clara, and she despises how raw she feels and how obvious it is. Her breath would be more appropriate for someone who's been sprinting than someone just standing there.
It's almost a relief when Sarah pushes at her. Sarissa's gaze drops, dragged promptly back up to look at Sarah, and she gives just one nod. )
Right.
( It's not sorry - deserved by Clara and Sarah and the cat, probably - and it sure as Hell isn't anything helpful.
Taking a step back, and then another, Sarissa looks back at Clara, and some of the rawness has been wiped away. Not much, though, and not very effectively. It's probably the emotional equivalent of trying to clean up an oil spill armed only with paper towel. )
If that's what you want.
( To Sarah, again, before she slightly more cooperatively turns and starts heading out the way they came. )
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It's almost a relief when Sarah pushes at her. Sarissa's gaze drops, dragged promptly back up to look at Sarah, and she gives just one nod. )
Right.
( It's not sorry - deserved by Clara and Sarah and the cat, probably - and it sure as Hell isn't anything helpful.
Taking a step back, and then another, Sarissa looks back at Clara, and some of the rawness has been wiped away. Not much, though, and not very effectively. It's probably the emotional equivalent of trying to clean up an oil spill armed only with paper towel. )
If that's what you want.
( To Sarah, again, before she slightly more cooperatively turns and starts heading out the way they came. )