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[obstinance]

Who: clary fray (obstinance ) & various
What: october event and accompanying shenanigans
When: october
Where: various
Warning(s): stupidity

[ closed catch-all for shenanigans. starters in comments; feel free to pm me or pp romanoff if you'd like to do something. ]

Comments

[obstinance]

[ conserving her energy seems to be the shrewder move. in doing so, picking and choosing her battles is imperative — to say nothing of how important it is that she does get looked over, reassured this isn't more than a flu before she presses on to track down what intel she can.

she doesn't look comfortable perched at the edge of that bed, but she's making an attempt to restrain herself from any fidgeting, blowing out a breath to keep herself calm — especially when clarke brings her news of just how many of them have already been afflicted. ]

God, this is a horrible welcome back party. [ it makes her feel guiltier, somehow, sympathetic toward clarke's own plight. then again, none of this has been a walk in the park, from crashing into the planet to scouring the woods to get to olympia when they'd first arrived themselves. ] Is that the only news you've heard?

[romancekiller]

[it doesn't escape clarke's notice how uncomfortable clary seems to be and she can't help but worry with how she is being afflicted with the illness even after answering her question] Yeah, no kidding. I've dealt with worse— that is pretty much all the news I've heard though.

[clarke reaches to place a hand on her shoulder giving it a comforting squeeze] Now how about you try to lie down for a bit?

[obstinance]

That makes me feel a little better, at least.

[ she huffs out a laugh, a sound that's only vaguely amused (and, for the most part, more at ease with the knowledge of what clarke may have experience with). there's nothing humorous about the situation, not in the least, but she's adamantly making an attempt to keep a level head.

the same level head that sees her exhale harshly through her nose as she reclines as clarke has asked, until her shoulders collide softly with the mattress beneath her. ]

That much I can do.

[ no promises on staying still for more than a handful of hours, however. ]

[romancekiller]

[clarke smiles slightly at that and just nods as she watches clary lie finally down on the bed] That's good. I'm glad to hear it—

Are you feeling any other pain or symptoms?