[ that's the opposite of a favor when clarke likely wants to kick her ass for running off, bellamy. ]

I don't do spells. I'm not some kind of warlock.

[ that continued belief of his would be amusing if she wasn't borderline feverish, but she's sparing him from hearing her exhale huffily, as tempting as it is. ]

It doesn't work like that, anyway. There are runes for burning out infection or replacing lost blood, but we don't exactly deal in chemical warfare. The Clave is more — [ outdated? ancient? eventually, she settles on, ] Medieval than that.