Claire's eyes squeezed closed as soon as the words registered. Of course she was being scolded. Were Claire herself in Arya's shoes, she had the feeling that she would have been bouncing off the walls with concern, pacing around the room— all things considered, maybe Arya was already showing a great amount of restraint. Or maybe, a smaller voice in the back of Claire's head sounded, maybe she was able to see more of Claire than the teen ever intended. Maybe the lie was just growing thin, and it was really her own damn fault.

"Hey," she replied in a voice slightly hoarse from disuse, trying for a smile, one that didn't quite make it there. At the very least, she could wave for Arya to come closer, pull a hand out from under the covers and hold it out to the other teen, beckoning. "Sorry."

Whatever excuse for a smile there'd been, it faded away entirely as Claire tried for her next words. "I... I slipped?"