"Abby, you can't leave like this! You're naked for God's sake!" Raven yelled.
“Oh,” Abby looked down at herself, realizing that Raven was right.
“Chancellor!” someone else called. “There seem to be a cadre of grounder warriors. One of them wants to....it’s Clarke!”
“Clarke,” Abby breathed and started moving back to the door.
Raven grabbed Abby and shoved clothes in her hand. She helped Abby get dressed and watched as she ran to the door. She stopped at the door and looked over her shoulder at Raven who was slowly getting dressed, “Clarke’s home.”
Raven smiled back, knowing how important it was to Abby. “She is.”
Then she saw Abby’s face fall. She let go of the door. “What if she’s...”
“Clarke is Clarke,” Raven abandoned putting a shirt on to moved to Abby. She took Abby’s hands, “She’s going to be different. We’re all different. But you’re still her mom.”
Abby nodded. She kissed Raven, “Thank you.”
“Go,” Raven gestured to the door. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
Abby left the tent and Raven sat on the bed. She dropped her head in her hands and blew out a stream of exasperated breath. Then she touched her necklace. One that Abby made her. She smiled and reached for her boots, “Here’s hoping Clarke doesn’t murder me.”