( without thinking, she leans her weight into him when he starts moving her hands, using him to keep herself up as she drops her head to his shoulder. it's just easier, it's easier because it hurts and keeping herself up is taking more energy than she has.
Clarke's sure that she's smearing blood on his shirt and she might laugh at what a mess they are if she wasn't so desperately trying to clear her throat to heal herself. while it might take her a second, she finally rasps out another esuna, and she can feel herself sagging against him by the time she breathes cura on her next rattling exhale; between the poison and the use of her magic when already weakened, she's exhausted.
no subject
Clarke's sure that she's smearing blood on his shirt and she might laugh at what a mess they are if she wasn't so desperately trying to clear her throat to heal herself. while it might take her a second, she finally rasps out another esuna, and she can feel herself sagging against him by the time she breathes cura on her next rattling exhale; between the poison and the use of her magic when already weakened, she's exhausted.
but Bellamy's alive. they're both alive. )