It's still a little weird watching them together, bantering and flirting, but it's also a little bit nice. Raven's not blind and she knows they had moments on the Ground where maybe if everything had been entirely different they might have had a chance, and she supposes that's exactly what Darrow is. Her throat still constricts a little whenever she thinks of herself having that chance, and she can still see the knife going into Finn's chest when she shuts her eyes, but maybe one day that will hurt less, too.

"Eggs, eggs are good," she calls out, leaning over the arm of the couch to find where she'd taken her brace off the night before. She pushes her blanket aside for a moment so that she can start to strap it back on. If nothing else she'll need it for when they annoy Bellamy too much and she needs to run away from projectile bacon rashers.

"Coffee is also a thing that we should have right now," she determines, but she can't ask Bellamy to do all the work, so she forces herself to stand once her leg is strapped in. "Three?"