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[myagic]

[Rita might fashion herself as a person of science and logic, but then there's the times she turns down learning supportive magic because she finds it boring and old-fashioned. Efficient she is not always.

So, Clarke's snippiness is met with a huff on Rita's part.]

It's not gonna happen again, so quit worrying. I'll work on sigils and keep the whip on hand, okay?

[Come on Clarke, Rita's been nothing but a cooperative and behaved patient, right? Right??]

[skaikru]

( 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?

[myagic]

[For a moment there she thinks she's going to have to either argue or sit through more lecturing. That's...somewhat better, at least, even if it sounds almost, like, threatening. In a caring way.

Anyway--yeah, that swelling sure is still throbbing, so Rita moves to shift off the couch now that she seems to have medical approval to leave.]

Yeah, I got it.

...It was a little rough, but...thanks--I guess.

[She still would've preferred not having these gauze wads up her nose, thanks!! But otherwise, she appreciates Clarke's help.]

[skaikru]

You're welcome. Any time.

( somehow that any time sounds a lot like don't ever make me do this shit again, at least not for something stupid as a fist fight. but instead of exploring the subtext, clarke just lifts a hand and gives rita a small wave. remains seated on the couch, with it's cushion covers all messed up and uneven from the struggle, and won't follow if the other girl decides to go. )

[myagic]

R--right.

[Yeah, she sure hears something in Clarke's tone, but decides to go ahead and go get that ice. Goodbyes are always an awkward thing, but this one in particularl is pretty up there--but at least nowhere near as bad as their labyrinth one.

...It does make Rita send Clarke an abrupt searching glance, as she wonders again just what the other girl saw in there, and how she's handling things now, but...her face hurts too much to linger, so she exits without bringing it up.]