She slips her rejected hand away and reunites it with her other, twisting fingers through each other.

"I wasn't sure you ever actually slept," Ava laughs. She barely manages herself, but she at least spends periods of time with her eyes closed and enjoying the quiet. She imagines Clarke beating up on her pillows and demanding they reveal hidden secrets to her, and giggles again at the mental image.

"Did you ever make it over?" she asks softly.