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( if clarke actually ever set about making a memorial for the dead — their dead, the passengers from their cruise who'd vanished; not the ones from past voyages who'd come back to haunt them like darcy'd done — jinx's name would still go on the board.

but no energy would be wasted putting folded paper flowers at her proverbial grave. )

Time will tell on that front. ( because it's not entirely ridiculous to assume jinx could come back, with or without her memories of her time aboard. but for now, all they can do is wait and quietly hope.

right now, clarke is dressed, her new (still ugly) magic armor neatly folded in her arms, and her intent to leave still plain. but for a second she dawdles, still bathed in the warm sentiment of having been given a gift and unsure if it's appropriate to surge forward and give rita a hug of gratitude. on the other girl's end, it probably feels like being looked up and down, assessed for a moment before clarke ultimately just smiles. )

I'll let you know if Pal has any profound thoughts about this. ( shake shake dress. )

[myagic]

Guess so.

[That is a brief, uncomfortable pause, alright. Rita can kind of understand--they don't usually have these sort of...heart-to-heart conversations...but she's on the verge of just demanding what the look is for, only for Clarke to come to some sort of conclusion to whatever was on her mind.

...Well, whatever. A similarly brief pause on Rita's end before she decides not to pursue whatever it is, so she shrugs.]

Right...well, don't get too crazy testing it out. Yuuki'll worry, you know.

[Also she'd really rather not see Clarke's brain bits herself again, either...]

[skaikru]

( a slow, slightly bemused smile spreads across her lips. )

Tell him not to. ( it'd been a valiant effort to keep the gentle, friendly ribbing to herself; this bit, spoken with the full confidence that rita'd be able to make natsuno listen, just kinda slips out. ) I'll be fine.

( ...probably. but without any further opportunity to get warned off, clarke's turning to the door. )

[myagic]

Hm...

[It's just a hum of acknowledgement to indicate she heard, though she's chosen not to respond with don't give him a reason to worry in the first place. She's pretty sure she's said enough to get the point across...surely.

Go have fun (but not too much fun) with that dress, Clarke.]

...See you.