"Always." Clarke grins over at him, batting her eyelashes dramatically before sitting down on the space Raven made for her on the couch. It's nice, how light she feels, any headache from last night's drinking vanquished by her own preventative measures. Painkillers and more water than she should be able to stomach, then more when she'd woken up in the middle of the night.

Having a few of her favorite people nearby has made this place feel a bit more real. She's missed Raven, but hadn't let herself cling to the hope that anyone else besides Bellamy would show up. This is wonderful.

She reaches out of her blanket cloak to scratch at her cheek. "Is it just bacon or has your niceness extended to other breakfast foods? How else can I bribe you?"