The idea of leaving the planet inspired some hesitation. What if Raven or Clarke needed him? He knew Raven struggled with her leg. What if Octavia came back? Bellamy glanced toward the sleeping quarters where his sister had resided before she vanished. But if they were in orbit... it wasn't as if he was leaving permanently. He could still check the Arrival Hangar when he had the time. He was nodding before he even finished thinking it through. This needed to be done. This was important. The thought of drawing attention to himself due to any abilities he had was enough to sell him as well. After all, it had only been a few months since he had been strung up and people attempted to drain him of his blood just because it had abilities theirs hadn't.
"Makes sense," he agreed, though he couldn't help but feel uncertain. "So long as its easy to keep in touch with my people. Raven's got a bad leg and Octavia could come back," Bellamy pointed out. "And Clarke...," he shrugged. Clarke could handle herself, but he was still reluctant to put too much distance between them. "But I don't want any extra attention. You're right." After all, Bellamy was sure Glasya knew better about this sort of thing than he did. There had to be some level of trust on that front.