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[jettisons]

[He registers the little girl beside Clarke, but he can't quite process her. He can't quite process any of this, and so when Clarke throws her arms around him, he's thrown off balance just enough to take a small step back. The rest is automatic—he hugs her back, hands clutching at the soft, worn leather of her jacket, his voice low and quiet.]

We're fine. We're all fine.

[She's fine. In fact, she seems more than fine. It's overwhelming, and for a second, all he can do is bury his face in the crook of her shoulder, breathing past the sudden tightness in his chest.]

The nightblood worked.

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[ We're all fine. It's more than she could have hoped to hear, given how worried she was with their return being delayed, but everything is all right now and they're all here. He's here.

He's nuzzling into the space between her shoulder and her neck, that place that's always been his, that he's claimed before time and again when they've reunited. Somehow that makes this moment even more real to her, and she dimly registers his murmured words. ]

It worked, [ she agrees, with a sigh — through no small amount of suffering prior to that, and weeks where she was certain she was going to die, but ultimately her new status as a natblida had ensured her survival.

That reminds her — she pulls away from his embrace just slightly, arms still wrapped around him but enough so that she can turn her head back to where Madi waits in the trees, still uncertain, shifting her weight from foot to foot. ] — Madi, come here, it's okay. [ When the girl cautiously obliges, Clarke smiles and ruffles the top part of her knit hat. ] Bellamy, this is Madi — Madi, Bellamy.

[ And Clarke is grinning as she regards her charge, the smile still in her eyes when she shines them back on him. ] Also a Nightblood. I found her outside of the ruins of Polis.

[ Then just as quickly her expression changes again; he would likely already know, if they'd tried their short-range radios. ] Bellamy, we can't reach them. The bunker's gone quiet.

[jettisons]

[Bellamy shoots a little smile at Madi, nodding at her, but before he can say much more Clarke is pushing on. The bunker's gone quiet. They still haven't been able to get their radios to work, and although that old overprotectiveness for Octavia flairs up in him, this time he squashes it before it turns to panic. There's a million reasons why the radios in the bunker might not be working—his conversation with Octavia had been cut short because of the radiation, after all.]

Have you been to the bunker? Any signs of them?

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We were there just a few months ago. We tried to dig them out, but — [ she and Madi could only do so much, even with the rover. ] It would take more strength than what we have. They're buried too deep.

[ She doesn't need to remind him that those twelve clans, those twelve hundred souls locked away had only enough food and water resources for five years...and it's been six.

But there's something even more pressing than that, and that's when she recalls the prisoner transport ship and the fact that the miners from Eligius are bearing down on them even as they speak. She keeps a tight, insistent hold on his arm. ] We have more problems than just that. We need to get everyone back to camp and moving east — we need to double back around to get the rover so that we can get everyone out of here for the meantime.

[ She grabs at him, urgently. ] We're being followed. I'll explain on the way.