Clarisse stops right there on the stairs and opens her bag. The little figurine is in there, small enough to be portable and so she's been hauling it around since Satinalia. She's glad that although she intended to put it somewhere near her bed, on her dresser maybe, she hasn't done that yet. Lucky.

She rests the griffon in the palm of her hand and lifts it up to Astrid's eyeline.

"Look familiar?" She doesn't expect Astrid to recognize the specific figurine Clarisse is holding, but maybe she'll recognize the style. After all, she carved it.