[He watches her out of the corner of his eyes, mindlessly poking the fire. Bellamy thinks about arguing, but he's spared retort by the sight of an imp's hand peeking out of the ice.]
[He turns to that, heating up the blade of his knife again to cut through the ice and speed up the melting process. The imp's head comes free along with its hands, and between the two of them, it escapes the ice. In repayment, it uses its magic to boost most of the fires around them.]
Someone's gotta be willing. [Finally, he says something, though it's weak and halfhearted, because as much as he knows he and Clarke are a team at this point, acknowledging it out loud like this is still taking an adjustment.]
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[He turns to that, heating up the blade of his knife again to cut through the ice and speed up the melting process. The imp's head comes free along with its hands, and between the two of them, it escapes the ice. In repayment, it uses its magic to boost most of the fires around them.]
Someone's gotta be willing. [Finally, he says something, though it's weak and halfhearted, because as much as he knows he and Clarke are a team at this point, acknowledging it out loud like this is still taking an adjustment.]