"When we go back," Bellamy reiterated. They couldn't just stay here. People needed them them. People needed him. He couldn't deny that it was hard not to fixate on the fact that Clarke was here. And safe. And so was Octavia. They were the safest they'd been since they came to the ground. He didn't have to worry about war or anyone breaking any truces. He didn't have to worry if Clarke was somewhere alone, starving - or worse. It was distracting to know that the two people he cared most about were safe and sound. But Bellamy couldn't just lose himself in that knowledge. Because they had no idea what they were up against here, after all. No idea why they were here, who brought them here, or what they wanted with them.
He nodded along with what Clarke said, because what other option did they have? The only thing they could do was hang around and see what could be dug up about this place. "We'll figure it out together," he said. "And we'll get back. Together," he emphasized, because if he had her now, there was no way he was letting her run away again. It was one terrible burden of many, knowing that whatever happened to Clarke out in the wilderness was on him. He should've tried harder to stop her.