The assurances has her assuaged, almost. It's good to hear that he's doing well for himself since the last time they met each other. Not that it doesn't stop her anxieties from creeping in, bit by bit

"Are you--" Clara has to rein in her emotions, knowing there's a fine line of being a concerned party and being a worrywart since only one of those two is actually useful in a situation. Breathe, Clara, breathe. "... Okay. I trust you on that. Just keep remembering that Coffeers' Shop is always open to you if you need a quick place to duck in."

While the original goal of the shop is to be a trendy place, the strange level of activities thanks to her had brought in... interesting parties over the years. At this point someone like Sirius can walk right through the door and not get too much attention on a busy afternoon.

"I wish there's a way to help..." She falls quiet, trying to think of something, and remembers something. "Oh! I have it!"