I thought you were supposed to be the princess in this equation.

[ scratch that, she still has the audacity to make jokes, even if its landing is less amused and more fond. promising to haul her out of the institute won't do him many favors, but his clear concern — compassion, even — makes up for it.

even if she's tempted to rear back at the touch to her hand, bellamy evidently isn't as worried over the prospect of making contact with an infected person. he's already exposed himself to any contagions, regardless, so she lets her fingers of her hand curl in some attempt to brush against his in reassurance. ]

You're worrying for no reason. I've been through worse than this.