*Tulip walked into the room and looked around* Tulip: T-The paintings... they're nice...
"Thank you," Clare said, heading into her bedroom. "I suppose I'm doing well, then..." Some of the paintings were of moments at the Apartments. One of them, on an easel, featured a badly beaten Clare in the arms of a strange masked angel, carrying her through a forest while slaying demons. "Just wait out there for a moment, I'll see what I can find..."