[ There's a slight edge to her tone. Honestly, it's hardly Clarke's fault for caring - or just being smart - but Aranea has a hard time asking for help and an even harder time accepting help she hasn't asked for.
The AC, on the other hand, is a nice balm. Aranea takes a moment to just breathe - in, out. Some of the pain dissipates, burrowing back deeper into the half-healed leg. ]
I'm supposed to be up and about, anyway. Doc's orders. Can't let something this good atrophy.
[ Getting back up, she does take the glass of water, gulping it down with a murmur of thanks. ]
Don't forget that I'm practically a doctor myself. [Her tone is chastising but not forceful. It would be good to ensure that Aranea maintains her strength, but not to the point where she further injures herself. The line between the two can be difficult to cross.
Clarke knows it's likely difficult to take her seriously as a doctor, given that she's ... not exactly one yet. But as far as the displaced are concerned? She might as well be. She really might as well be.
Still, she's diplomatic enough. She goes on to add,] I can carry the bags, then. We'll go together. [Understanding but unrelenting. The Clarke Griffin Way.]
[ For a moment, Aranea simply looks at Clarke - assessing at how well she can slither out of this fussing; her odds don't seem that great - and then, a tiny shrug and she relents. ]
You're welcome. ["Right. Whatever." If it had been left at that, Clarke wouldn't have been very understanding. But it's good that Aranea at least has more manners than Lexa. Then again, the "lack of understanding" would have somewhat been in jest—she's seen enough warriors to know that they struggle with this sort of thing.]
I'll keep the rest of my nagging and pestering to a minimum.
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[ There's a slight edge to her tone. Honestly, it's hardly Clarke's fault for caring - or just being smart - but Aranea has a hard time asking for help and an even harder time accepting help she hasn't asked for.
The AC, on the other hand, is a nice balm. Aranea takes a moment to just breathe - in, out. Some of the pain dissipates, burrowing back deeper into the half-healed leg. ]
I'm supposed to be up and about, anyway. Doc's orders. Can't let something this good atrophy.
[ Getting back up, she does take the glass of water, gulping it down with a murmur of thanks. ]
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Clarke knows it's likely difficult to take her seriously as a doctor, given that she's ... not exactly one yet. But as far as the displaced are concerned? She might as well be. She really might as well be.
Still, she's diplomatic enough. She goes on to add,] I can carry the bags, then. We'll go together. [Understanding but unrelenting. The Clarke Griffin Way.]
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Right. Whatever.
[ That's a "yes" in Aranea-speak. ]
... thanks.
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I'll keep the rest of my nagging and pestering to a minimum.