May we meet again. [She repeats, but quietly, after Clarke has gone and she's looking past the boy, where the shadow of her lover had been before she sinks down into the furs, stained with her blood, thick and damp with it.
Her eyes flick to Murphy for a moment, unsure of him... but Clarke trusts him and it has to be enough because before she can open her lips to say anything, order anything, she's passed out.
Clarke will come back for her when she can... it will be fine. It would all be fine...]
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Her eyes flick to Murphy for a moment, unsure of him... but Clarke trusts him and it has to be enough because before she can open her lips to say anything, order anything, she's passed out.
Clarke will come back for her when she can... it will be fine. It would all be fine...]