[ At that, Clara hums thoughtfully, ultimately shaking her head as she floats them over some overgrowth that has miraculously stayed intact despite the floor's current circumstances. What a strange occurrence this is...

But she offers her answer easily enough. It is... easier than she thinks, to share this, despite it being the first time she has ever had to explain this. ]

Not so. We are normally seen as something like cursed beings and hunted down. I am the only one of my kind that I know.

[ And as such, Clara has at times, been that rumored witch or at the very least somebody to steer clear of. Despite her best efforts to remain as unassuming and undetected, there's truly no accounting for fear, at times. Still, she has never harbored any ill will towards humans who may have been frightened of her and sent hunters after her. How could she, when she in many ways embodies what their oppressors cannot accomplish? To many, she is little more than another vampire, but one who need not hide in the daytime. They should, by all accounts, be afraid of her.

Even though her expression always remains pleasant, and immutable. ]

That quite literally makes me one-of-a-kind, does it not?