Don't thank her so expressly, her faith is arguably cheap and — for gods at least — comes with the what can you do for me condition in bold print. The basis of their earlier friendship had essentially been Clarke just asking for his magic, after all. To determine if she'd died, what she lost when she did die, what he could do to make Jenny in her storm form easier to kill, what he'd learned from relics, what ghosts he could summon and truths he could share.

But the times, they sure do change. It's not about her wanting Pal to feel less defeated and keep his nose to the grindstone, it's just wanting him not to feel defeated at all.

He regathers himself slightly, rolls his shoulders, and searches for the silver lining. To which she helpfully contributes: "We have. If we're truly in stasis, that means disease and viruses aren't going to be a common thing. Cancer's basically a nonfactor. We're not aging, even if we count the birthdays we pass. And no one here's ever going to get pregnant."