[He makes a show of rolling his eyes when she checks on his arm, but there's no real ire in it. Clarke worries, it's what she does, and it's easier in the long run to just let her double check.]
[Something like a grin flickers on his face, and it guarantees his agreement. It combines two of the things he knows best: fighting and Clarke, and he'd be lying if he didn't admit to enjoying how much they've been sparring together over the last several months. He swipes another handful of berries and chews through the grin as he clamors unceremoniously to his feet.] We're due for a good bout.
[And he tilts his head towards the door, as if she even needs to be told what to do next.]
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[Something like a grin flickers on his face, and it guarantees his agreement. It combines two of the things he knows best: fighting and Clarke, and he'd be lying if he didn't admit to enjoying how much they've been sparring together over the last several months. He swipes another handful of berries and chews through the grin as he clamors unceremoniously to his feet.] We're due for a good bout.
[And he tilts his head towards the door, as if she even needs to be told what to do next.]