( that is just patently false and entirely your stomach talking because it's empty and uneasy rita. clarke frowns pretty openly at the back of the other girls head when she turns away and mumbles into her pillow but! she didn't negotiate the peace between the thirteen clans to be stumped by a hungover preteen who very obviously cuddles a stuffed animal at night (honestly, same hat rita, clarke's is just a squishmallow).

reaching for that travel sized bottle of advil and rattling it obnoxiously close to her ear: )

Actually, I have something for the headache too. But, again, you need to eat a few crackers to make sure it stays down. Come oooon, Rita.