They all knew the Exalted Council was going to be a shitshow, but not even Varric could have predicted just how much of a shitshow said Council ended up being. Clara is still reeling over the revelations - Solas as the Dreadwolf, Solas as an ancient Elven deity, and Solas planning on tearing down the Veil and possibly ending the world. In the days since getting back to Skyhold, Clara's been struggling trying to rectify the Solas that she knew - the fellow mage, one of her favorite people to have a conversation with - with what Solas is planning to do now. It hurts.

But as much as she struggles, she's also going to do her part to help. She starts organizing some of the other mages into groups, the better to try and research what kind of magic Solas has at his disposal. Clara throws herself into her work, an attempt to stave off her feelings of inadequacy and of being taken so thoroughly by surprise.

During the moments that she takes to catch her breath and grab a bite to eat, Clara's usually checking in with those she's working with or the Inqusitior and his advisors, outlining their next moves. Today finds her with an apple standing on the balcony outside of the Inquisitor's rooms, waiting for him. She has so many things that she wants to say to him, but she also wants to check in on him and make sure he's okay. After all, he is family, in addition to being the Inquisitor.