Clarke Griffin & Octavia
"Thanks," Octavia said. On the Ark, she never had a choice about what clothing she wore and was relegated to hand me downs from her mother and Bellamy. On the ground, something like this wouldn't be remotely practical. But here, her leathers weren't practical, so she was learning to adapt.
She considered Clarke's question. "I'm doing well," she said after a moment. "I'm glad I came here." Being on the island provided a measure of healing that she wasn't sure she could have experienced back home in the wake of Lincoln's death. "Everyone is really nice. And hot." The sex was nice too. "How about you? Settling in okay?"