Figuring out a life

[Clarke Griffin]

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Clarke had just went out to get food, when she found the girl. It was a while ago now. Clarke mostly sat in the lab with her, making sure she would get through it. The medicinal equipment helped. The environment helped her with generating enough energy to get the machines to a proper level to help her. Still every day she called up to the Ark, hoping to be heard, even if she never got a message back. Every day she told them that she was still here and for some reason she wouldn't change a thing with where she was now. There was beauty in the way the ground seemed to fight praimfaya itself in a way she had never seen. Even the girl was proof of it.

Her loneliness had decreased now that she was alone actually. It was less of a pain to be actually all alone, than to stand in a crowd and feel like you could not connect with anyone. Things were easier once at a certain level of people. There were so many things she couldn't do - but she came to the realization that she wouldn't change a thing. She had faced threats of the future, now she had time to look back. Hearing a noise from the kids machines, she got up to go to her.

"Well hello there. How are you feeling?"

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Madi blinked her eyes open, needing longer than usual to adjust to the light around her. After spending weeks inside an underearth bunker, she wasn't used to so much light hitting her face and with its white walls and installations, the laboratory was brighter than anything she had seen in her whole life anyway. The surroundings seemed alien to her and she felt panic rise inside her chest when she couldn't find the bodies of her family anywhere. Of course she'd known that she was the only surviving member of her family when she'd spent what seemed to her like her last hours in their shelter, hugging herself close to her parents' and her brother's corpses. She had known it on a logical level, but her mind was far too traumatised to think on any logical level and to not have them around her anymore started to make her frantic.

She didn't even notice the person speaking to her as her eyes darted from one corner of the space around her, almost wishing to conjure up her family somehow if she just looked for them hard enough. „Nomi! Noni!“, she called her parents in her native language. She finally noticed the fair haired young woman standing beside her, who looked almost as foreign as her surroundings.
„Chon yu bilaik?“, she asked, demanding to know who this girl she'd never seen was and wondering how she had gotten to this strange place.

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[Clarke Griffin]

She was waking up. That was a very, very good sign. Clarke had worried, but she knew that as a nightblood, the kid was going to recover. It was a long and hard road, but she would survive. At what cost, Clarke didn't know. But she knew what cost it came with for herself. She had accepted things she ever thought she might ever be able to accept. But here it was. She knew who she was ow. She knew her position in life. Clarke was beginning to come to rest.

The girl looked better than she expected. She would be okay. And obviously she was confused. Clarke smiled at her, hoping to show her softness and to make her feel better. She needed her to relax soon. She was alive, but not yet out of the woods. "Ai laik Clarke. Wanheda." She replied, knowing the kid would need answers. "What is your name?" She asked her gently. "Chit yu tagon?" She didn't know if the kid spoke much english. She might have to teach her. "Hungry?"

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The girl grew a bit calmer when she heard the young woman answer her in her own language. She looked more like one of the Skaikru though, not that she'd seen many of them living at her family's isolated farm but she'd heard about the fair colour of their hair. Her father and brother had left for the surrounding markets to trade for things they couldn't make themselves every few weeks. They'd told Madi stories about these strange people who'd fallen from the sky, the girl was only rarely alowed to come along herself since it was too much of a risk. Her father had quickly learned there language, seeing it as an advantage for trading and maybe having them on his family's side if anything should happen. He'd also taught his children how to speak the foreign language, although Madi had only ever spoken it to her family to practice, never to an actual Sky Person.

„My...my name..is Madi.“, she answered hesitantly as her lips formed around the words that still seemed strange to her. She nodded as the young woman asked if she was hungry. Her family had been out of rations for a while during their last days in the bunker and the girl couldn't remember when she'd last had something to eat. Her mouth felt dry as well and she licked her cracked lips. „Water!“, she asked Clarke with a pleading expression and was thankful that the woman had decided to help her, even though she was still confused and wishing for her family back.

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Water. Of course. The very source of life would be important to her too. She needed water. Everyone did. Clarke walked to the counter on which she had water stored. She poured some into a little cup and brought it over. She gently helped the girl sit up just enough so she could drink from the cup without spilling the precious liquid all over herself. Every drop might count, given that she had no idea when they could savely leave this place again. She would guess it would take a few days for it to be safe again. Maybe months even. At least safe to them, nightbloods. For others it would take a lot longer.

"Better?" She asked gently. Clarke knew she should communicate with her in trigedasleng, but the nerves made it hard to find the words. She was not alone. That made her heart almost beat out of her chest with gratitude. "We need to be careful with water. Outside is still pretty bad. Will be for a while. But we're save in here. And you will heal. Promise. You are a natblida, are you not?"

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