Part of her knew that she should not have responded in such a way with Darcy's flash of thigh and soft skin. It was bold, but Clarke was also eighteen and despite her normal, controlled nature, she was known to act rash, if not impulsive if she wanted someone. Maybe it was her need to help someone, to show gratitude, or offer comfort, but she found herself playing this role more than a few times. Since Finn, it had become increasingly easy to focus on duty, to sidestep attraction and human desire, but while on the run, she'd given in. Being young, hormones a whack as hell, it was not hard to convince herself that the particular night might be the last she had, especially when people knowingly started to seek her out from the Ice Clan. She'd sought comfort and protection for a while even if there was little chance of it lasting beyond that single night. Being the reason behind so much death kept Clarke on the run. That and she was hoping her own people would not find her. She doubted Bellamy had headed her advice and not sought to find her in the thick stretch of woods. It was a time where she was torn; part of her wished him to heed her on this, but some part was hoping he wouldn't. In the end, it didn't matter because Clark ended up in Polis with Lexa.
At the mention of a shelter, down the beach, if Clarke was interested, the blond gave a seconds pause. It was bold, but Clarke had been bold first, hadn't she? Part of her wanted to feel safe and comforted despite it being only momentary event. This place made such actions permissible, accepted, and welcomed. She guessed to not take advantage of it would be a sin for sure. It was obvious Darcy wasn't shy about her sexuality or her attraction to Clarke. Why should she refuse it? Lexa seemed like a decent reason, but then again, she knew it was a foolish endeavor. She was not a part of that world anymore and Lexa wasn't here. Apparently, she remained dead. The thought haunted Clarke because she cared deeply for the other woman, but she knew Lexa wouldn't want her to be miserable or simply forever stuck in one place and time. Yet, there was a pang of guilt and some fracture of hesitation at the invitation. was it betrayal? No, they had never gotten that far, had they? Lexa's life was stolen in matter of seconds. Still, the thought lingered and Clarke sat on it for a moment more before making a decision.
"I'd like that a lot, actually," the blond finally replied with a small smile. She stood, tugging the other woman up with her and the smile remained strong, stubborn upon her lips. "Lead the way." Clarke figured eventually she would have to come up with a shelter construct, but the rumors of dorms kept her from taking such action just yet. Constructing something was not unfamiliar to her, especially after her time spent alone. She'd had only herself to count on, no one else, and she had to go it alone. She was sure someone here, being as kind as they were, would offer, but Clarke was a difficult one to accept help...sometimes. She was not dumb; no one could survive on their own, could they? It was a miracle she had for as long as she did.