( and she will, right after she lowers the book and steps the rest of the way into his room. setting the book down on the table, she crouches down to where Rhea is resting at Bellamy's feet, scritching gently behind her ears, Clarke's voice taking on a softer pitch. )

Not like you, right? The least bad omen there is.

( leaning down to drop a kiss to the top of Rhea's head, she stands back up, reaching for her book again despite making no effort to open it. )

Well, he exists here. There's a celebration at the end of October every year for him called Samhain, and if you leave him offerings and call for him, he might grant an audience. ( a beat. ) I think we should talk to him about the Cult, and about our friends. ( because, by now, it's what she calls all four of them. there's no point in making the distinction between them for who was a friend or simply an acquaintance; they all died for them. )