( Clarke gives herself a few seconds to relax, to adjust to the sound of beating hearts and rushing blood, and she breathes. she doesn't want to hurt him, she doesn't want to at all, and it's keeping that thought and remembering to breathe that has her standing up and moving back over to him.

she's cautious, still keeping some distance between them, but she settles down before him this time and holds her hands out to him. she won't take his, won't initiate, but she'll offer her own if he wants to continue touching her despite knowing just how terrifying she looked only moments before. )

I'm still figuring out how to control the... blood lust part of it. It's only been a day, it's, um- Going to take me a little while.