( it's a hard earned dynamic, born somewhere between killing off an entire army and trying to save the world for the umpteenth time. and yet also the most easy and natural, in that clarke hadn't realized just how much she'd felt like a useless, incapacitated partial player until another half of herself had manifested on the ship in the form of bellamy blake. not one flesh, one end but still tied together at their roots. this new and uncannily delighted clarke griffin the people of the serena eterna get to see during the next few days — before reality sets back in, and it's back to the grindstone — is entirely because, with bellamy at her side, she can be those things. not just the worry-line riddled husk of a human, hellbent on a given task with zero regard for her own life.

in fact, bellamy and palamedes recap their discussion about constellations for her, and clarke mostly just smiles softly at them — as if each took turns hanging aforementioned stars. but then they shake, and bellamy shoots an aggrieved sidelong glance her way and — )

Not all of them, ( she promises bellamy. they're not the only fish out of water here, and the second one starts to look at magic as nothing more than advanced science, it's not hard to play catchup. )

But the smartest people I've met here can. Like Pal — if you give him a piece of paper, he can tell you when, and almost by whom it was written. He can put hands on a person and and divine exactly what organ's missing inside of their body.

( pointedly not expanding on how she knows this. she'd only told bellamy there was a cost to death, and before that had begged palamedes not to tell anyone about the absence of her left kidney. )

...And then sometime he makes shields out a thin air.

( which is invaluable, but also objectively hecking cool. )