Clarisse is not typically the sort of person who sits quietly and still to listen to a story. Even when she's enjoying one, she fidgets and asks questions. Gwenaëlle is lucky tonight, because Clarisse has just hit the level of drunkenness where she's pleasant to be around—chill and willing to go along with pretty much whatever.

So she listens in silence, hardly moving, a little hypnotized by the flames and the weird bear head's glass eyes.

"Luwenna Coupe," she repeats when there's a pause in the story, sort of testing how the name feels in her mouth. Since this is a Gwen story literally anything could happen, but Clarisse is already suspicious of anyone new showing up in any kind of tale, since there's a decent chance they're going to end up being a villain. The Gwen factor only adds to it. "Then what?"