( the air between them is ripe for more snippiness, and more exasperated huffs. but clarke favors a long inhale through her nose, staring rita down an intense sort of apprasial flicking in the back of blue irises.

then — )

Okay. Good. I'm holding you to that.

( funny how i'm can sound a lot like all of us are, isn't it? a beat, and then clarke points directly at rita's bruised and swollen face. )

Ice. Ibuprofen. 48 hours, got it? If the bleeding doesn't stop and you can't manage the pain yourself, come back and see me, okay?