Ty winced sharply as the rag stung his wounds. He gritted his teeth and frowned at her. She obviously wasnât trying to hurt him, due to the warning, so he didnât react to it. He watched her concentration with interest, taking in all of the things that made her different from his people. There was no markings of any kinds on her body, and her clothes were⌠strange, he thought. He hadnât noticed that he was staring.
She could feel her eyes on him but ignored it for the moment, focusing on the cuts instead. She cleaned each one out carefully. Clarke had to give him credit, he was dealing with the stinging fairly well, she knew how much it could hurt. She finished cleaning them out and reached for the first aid kit. One of the scouting parties had brought it back for her from a bunker, it was a good kit with plenty of bandages and tape and gauze and plenty of other useful things. She pulled it open and grabbed some of the bandages and began putting them on the deeper, bigger cuts. Clarke decided to leave the shallow ones and ones that stopped bleeding be. âAre you okay?â She asked while she bandaged, not looking away from her work.











