I did. Monty looks like he did okay in keeping himself from getting infected. It looks like he picked up a thing or two down here. [On the ground. When they first arrived, Clarke was the only one who had any idea of how to help anyone else. She was their sole doctor, and she only had the beginning of her medical training for the other hundred who had come down. After everything, she's not surprised that they've been taught some tricks so that they can survive, especially if they're attacked or shot. She imagines that comes with being in the guard, but ...
Well, there's a lot that Clarke doesn't know from her absence. She hasn't had much of a chance to catch up since finding a new home for the Flame was important. Even as she slipped into the City of Light, it's not like she got that information herself. The Flame (namely: Lexa) kept her safe so that she wouldn't be subsumed by the digital world around her.]
As for Jasper ... I think he's going to let himself get some help this time. [Her words are awkward and absent sounding, as if she should have noticed and tried to reach out to him sooner. She grabs the chair that had slid across the room and carries it over, resting it just to Raven's right before she drops into it.]
Maybe he'll have some other people to talk to. [So many people shut off their pain. Clarke wonders if Raven might be able to help, but she doesn't push, doesn't edge around that point.
Like a lot of things in Arkadia, she's still trying to figure out where she's allowed to go in the lives of her friends. She loves them and will do anything for them, but she also knows that she left. Being a leader and getting stuff done? All of that was easy enough. But the rest? The more intimate moments? Admittedly, she's at a bit of a loss.]
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Well, there's a lot that Clarke doesn't know from her absence. She hasn't had much of a chance to catch up since finding a new home for the Flame was important. Even as she slipped into the City of Light, it's not like she got that information herself. The Flame (namely: Lexa) kept her safe so that she wouldn't be subsumed by the digital world around her.]
As for Jasper ... I think he's going to let himself get some help this time. [Her words are awkward and absent sounding, as if she should have noticed and tried to reach out to him sooner. She grabs the chair that had slid across the room and carries it over, resting it just to Raven's right before she drops into it.]
Maybe he'll have some other people to talk to. [So many people shut off their pain. Clarke wonders if Raven might be able to help, but she doesn't push, doesn't edge around that point.
Like a lot of things in Arkadia, she's still trying to figure out where she's allowed to go in the lives of her friends. She loves them and will do anything for them, but she also knows that she left. Being a leader and getting stuff done? All of that was easy enough. But the rest? The more intimate moments? Admittedly, she's at a bit of a loss.]