“You look tired,” Marcus said, cupping her face in his hand.   “Put your tools away for awhile and I’ll draw you a bath.  You shouldn’t work so hard or so long.  It’s not good.”

The Mountain Men held her friends captive and she didn’t know what to do. Anya was one chance she had and that was over before it could even start. There was no time to point fingers, not when she still had to come up with a plan to save her friends. When Bellamy had announced that Finn was looking for her, her brows furrowed. Raven would be with him-- no doubt, and they didn’t know what those mountain men were capable of. The fear that her friends were in danger only caused her to become restless, which is why when Octavia took stance and led the way, Clarke didn’t argue. Neither did Bellamy--in which she was grateful for.

Clarke lost count of how long they had been walking. While the Blake siblings were talking amongst themselves, Clarke’s thoughts were on Raven and Finn. Raven with her brace-- Finn with his desperation, that was never a good combo, not with the men she had just face on experienced. They were keeping her people locked up and she needed to get them out. They were going to fail, and that feeling only crept in making it harder for her to keep at a slow pace, but within a distance she heard shouting, followed by a gun shot. Clarke tensed before looking at the siblings. Bellamy took lead this time as they ran towards the sounds, and Clarke didn’t slow down even after they approached the village. 

From the looks of it, a shot had gone off, but there in the middle between the grounders and Finn stood Raven, trying to ease the tension before it became worse. “Finn! Raven!” Clarke found herself calling out as if that would stop them. As if that would assure their safety-- it would put her friends at ease, that much was obvious, but the grounders would also know that they came with guns as well. Rather than saying much, she allowed Octavia to take the lead in hopes of assuring them that they weren’t the bad guys. 

“Just because I am the supposed leader, it doesn’t mean I have all the answers. It doesn’t mean I shouldn’t ask for advice. I never asked for this, it was never something that I wanted.” Clarke sighed she was tired of making each decision, and it was true, she did not know everything and she needed the advice of the people around her.

It would be fun Raven said, there’d be a lot of people to meet, she had suggested, which in a sense would be a good thing. As freshmen here, she didn’t want to be known as the outcast-- alright, perhaps she was still thinking of high school, but that was a terrible place, and the last thing she wanted to do was fall into the same cycle for the next four years all over again. Which is why she agreed, only because there would be no harm and she’d be able to meet the people who lived on the floor above her. Or were they a floor below? Clarke clearly couldn’t ask Raven seeing that she had been pulled into some sort of game. What was it? Beer pong, or some chugging contest? Either way, she was having a blast and Clarke was in the middle of the room, nodding and smiling to some girl who was enthusiastically telling her about her fav class. 

Her eyes were on Raven-- but from time to time she found herself staring off to the distance at someone else who was reading at this party. Maybe that’s what caught her interest, that the stranger decided it would be better to be reading than doing much of anything. While her current company was going on about something or the other, Clarke found herself wondering if she should walk up to her and ask what she was reading, or would she be interrupting? While she was on the verge of heading back to Raven and cheer for her best friend, another part of her stood there and waited for a chance to go up to the girl with the book.