[ Clarke sticks to his side closely, after his injury. Other members of the makeshift medical team that she's comprised of had dismissed the bite Ren suffered from one of the smaller lizardlike creatures as nothing to be concerned with, but she's not so quick to deem it nonthreatening; all she can think back on is the dropship, of Finn's stab wound that had turned deadly when it was revealed the grounders poisoned their blades.
(These people in her settlement aren't the delinquents sent down with her from the Ark, but they are her people now, all the same.)
She keeps a close eye on him for signs of it — profuse perspiration, paleness, sudden loss of motor function — but the jungle's heat makes it difficult to ascertain whether he's suffering from something more or it's just...hot out.
As they head back toward the settlement, she's still bothered by it even as a swarm of colorful but relatively harmless-looking insects buzzes in the trees around them overhead. ] Hey. Stop, for a moment — let me check the bandage on your wound, again.
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(These people in her settlement aren't the delinquents sent down with her from the Ark, but they are her people now, all the same.)
She keeps a close eye on him for signs of it — profuse perspiration, paleness, sudden loss of motor function — but the jungle's heat makes it difficult to ascertain whether he's suffering from something more or it's just...hot out.
As they head back toward the settlement, she's still bothered by it even as a swarm of colorful but relatively harmless-looking insects buzzes in the trees around them overhead. ] Hey. Stop, for a moment — let me check the bandage on your wound, again.