Yeah, Clarke thought she was, too. But after Bellamy and Murphy, it's not like she can open up with the assumption that someone knows she's alive. They both had no idea. They didn't even know the City of Light had been destroyed, which also meant they didn't know about the world's impending collapse (for the second time). If anything, Clarke is flooded with relief in knowing that Raven even knows all of that.
And in having Raven here. The hug itself makes her chest glow a bright blue, and she feels a little guilty, knowing precisely what lies underneath that relief. At least—out of anyone who's touched Clarke, aside from Bellamy and Murphy before their absence—Raven would get it. Would understand it.
When Raven finally pulls away, Clarke looks temporarily dazed, but utterly pleased. Her eyebrows furrow, forehead scrunching up in that little way it does when she's both thoughtful and trying to direct a situation. Like she knows she needs to be the one to handle it.]
The Nightblood solution worked. [A little too late for anyone to know that. Clarke clearly didn't expect to know that.] Why don't we go somewhere? [Her expression softens, aside with her super serious forehead, and she smiles. It's a slight one, just a little twist of Clarke's mouth upward.]
Away from busy traffic. Which ... is a thing. [There are so many people.]
You can tell me how things worked out in getting up to the ring while we walk. [Read: she wants to hear Raven brag about how awesome she was in getting them up there.]
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Yeah, Clarke thought she was, too. But after Bellamy and Murphy, it's not like she can open up with the assumption that someone knows she's alive. They both had no idea. They didn't even know the City of Light had been destroyed, which also meant they didn't know about the world's impending collapse (for the second time). If anything, Clarke is flooded with relief in knowing that Raven even knows all of that.
And in having Raven here. The hug itself makes her chest glow a bright blue, and she feels a little guilty, knowing precisely what lies underneath that relief. At least—out of anyone who's touched Clarke, aside from Bellamy and Murphy before their absence—Raven would get it. Would understand it.
When Raven finally pulls away, Clarke looks temporarily dazed, but utterly pleased. Her eyebrows furrow, forehead scrunching up in that little way it does when she's both thoughtful and trying to direct a situation. Like she knows she needs to be the one to handle it.]
The Nightblood solution worked. [A little too late for anyone to know that. Clarke clearly didn't expect to know that.] Why don't we go somewhere? [Her expression softens, aside with her super serious forehead, and she smiles. It's a slight one, just a little twist of Clarke's mouth upward.]
Away from busy traffic. Which ... is a thing. [There are so many people.]
You can tell me how things worked out in getting up to the ring while we walk. [Read: she wants to hear Raven brag about how awesome she was in getting them up there.]