‘ is there any chance you could ask lincoln to give us some of the antidotes he has? ’ clarke asks, wiping the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand. she sounds tired, shoulder slumped as she sinks down on the ground next to the brunette. ‘ or at least tell you how it’s done so we can make it ourselves. ’ she leans back against a tree and tips her head back to look through the canopy of the forest and at the sky. ‘ they’re not coming down. ’ she whispers, ‘ which means they’re not bringing antidotes or any other type of supply, so we’ve got to make do with what we have here. ’ clarke sighs, feeling the familiar pressure on her chest that she got whenever she thought about the ark citizens—her mom. ‘ can you talk to him about that? ’
octavia turned her eye. clarke was stressed, as always, she never hid it well, and was asking for help -- as always. now, though, she wasn’t just asking bellamy or monty for it, but was now reaching out to the person that they were holding captive in the drop ship. it only took a moment for her features to shift into a visible discomfort accompanied with the slight cant of her head. she couldn’t believe that clarke just asked her to breech his secrets. though she was upset with the request, octavia wasn't one to consider herself heartless by any means. she took her disgruntlement and diverted it away. " i can ASK, " she said. the phrase came out more cold than she'd intended it to, " he isn't going to share anything to help any of us while they're keeping him locked up like some sort of monster, clarke... "