[There is a brief, fleeting moment where Clarke expects herself to shift. For what she absorbed, for what she took away—but it doesn't happen. Not yet. For now, it lies dormant inside of her, slowly being absorbed the same way it had been with the rage sickness. Of course, she hadn't experienced that, either.
(But later, she'll understand that it took a moment because of the nature of what she absorbed.)]
How are you feeling? [There is a sense of understanding, of being grateful that Rey's fine. She doesn't say "you're welcome," even if it's right on the tip of her tongue. She did what she needed to do.
And frankly, there's some relief in how silent Rey was. How little she could speak to hurt her.]
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(But later, she'll understand that it took a moment because of the nature of what she absorbed.)]
How are you feeling? [There is a sense of understanding, of being grateful that Rey's fine. She doesn't say "you're welcome," even if it's right on the tip of her tongue. She did what she needed to do.
And frankly, there's some relief in how silent Rey was. How little she could speak to hurt her.]