Letting go of the blanket, Clarke gets to her feet and moves across the room and into the kitchen. A shiver runs down her spine and she knows it's not just from the loss of the blanket. This is something else.

Biting her lip, she frowns at the words as she gets closer. A pit forms in her stomach, guilt washing over her as she reaches out to run her hand over Bellamy's back. "It's words." Turning slightly, she moves to look at Raven's back as well. "You both have words on your back."