The only people that talked during dinner were Raven and Wick. They discussed what they could make with the available parts and argued about what they'd actually need. Murphy sat digesting what they told him about Clarke's part in the Mount Weather genocide. Bellamy lanced the fish so that his fork thunked against the plate. Monty's plate was empty in no time, and he deserted the table to scope out what all the lighthouse offered. Abby took small bites and shifted in her discomfort. "The fish was good."
Murphy nodded at her before gathering the dishes and putting them in the sink. He cleaned the sharps and left the rest. "I have to check on Clarke."
"I can do that," Abby said touching Murphy's arm.
"No offense because I know you're her mom 'n stuff, but considering her reaction to your arrival, it's probably best if I do it." He looked at her hand until she removed it.
Bellamy quirked an eyebrow and turned away trying to appear disinterested. Murphy knew better but kept that to himself for now. He opened the door to the bedroom slowly and closed it just as slow. When he saw her eyes were open, he asked, "You hungry? There's some fish left."
Clarke shook her head. "Did the ghosts go away?"
He sat on the edge of the bed and ran fingers through her hair. "No. But they don't want to hurt you or make you feel bad. And you need to help me tell them about Alie, so why don't you come out to the living room with me?"
"Don't let go. They'll trap me in hell if you do." Clarke grasped his hand as she sat up. "Put in a box with the death nails and worms."
"We're not eating worms again or digging graves for imaginary people either." Murphy stood up and pulled her with him. "If it gets to be too much just tell me and we can come back in here."
"Don't leave me alone again."
"I won't. But you might need to keep me from punching Bellamy in the face."
"As you wish."
Murphy led her out to the living room and again everyone stared at them.
Raven smiled and hobbled over. "Hey Clarke. We've missed you."
"Hurry up and save the world, give Raven a headache till she makes it go boom." Clarke shook her head. "Boom would've been better."
"OK." Raven's smile stiffened as she hobbled back to Wick.
"No such thing. Not all correct, wrong letters abbreviating, not OK, but AC, but no that means air conditioning." Clarke shut her eyes tight and took a breath. "Everything's OK. I know what it means."
"She's talking about the origins of the term OK." Bellamy said. "Comes from Boston newspapers. They abbreviated a lot, and then for fun have the wrong letters. OK meant all correct."
"I know." Murphy rolled his eyes and looked at Clarke. "There's dishes to be done. Wanna help?"
"Dishes!" Clarke's face lit up.
They ignored everyone while they did dishes together. The hands that weren't clinging to each other doing all the work. Clarke liked the bubbles. "When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain?"
Murphy cracked his voice to reply, "When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won."
Clarke pitched her tone higher. "That will be ere the set of sun." She picked up a handful of bubbles and blew them at Murphy.
John heard Bellamy's derisive snort, and Abby's stern order to get used to Murphy and Clarke being this close for now, but that they'd get Clarke away and help her heal. Raven told Abby that Clarke was alive and physically healthy, and Wick pointed out that Murphy could get Clarke to smile. Bellamy listed off Murphy's faults and sins. And that is when Clarke let the plate she was holding drop and tried to attack Bellamy without letting go of Murphy.
She growled swung her free arm at Bellamy with her fingers curled, trying to claw him like she had Jaha. Murphy held her back, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her to his chest. "Clarke! Let's go to the top and see if it's still snowing!"
Clarke relaxed into John's arms. "Blind mazes and bright lights."
"Can you get the blindfold on your own, or do you need me to go with you?" He glared at everyone silently ordering them to stay back and shut up.
"I got it!" Clarke let go of Murphy and ran to the bedroom.
"What the hell was that?" Bellamy yelled when the others couldn't bring their horror to words.
"You haven't been here for her bad days. I have and I take care of her. She trusts me and is paranoid about everything else. She didn't like it when Jaha stopped by, and I told Raven that Clarke wanted no one here other than her and Wick. So don't be shocked that she's reacting badly." Murphy's contempt turned into a soft smile when he felt Clarke put the blindfold into his hand.
"Top?" Clarke glanced at the rest. "Make them stay away. They want to bury us. Death nails and worms."
"Sure. I'll do my best, Clarke." He smiled softly at her right before blindfolding her, spinning her around a couple times and leading her through that made up maze and up to the top of the lighthouse.
When the wind hit her face she pulled the blindfold down. "It's so pretty. Like a white blanket over everything."
He stayed close as she walked all the way around kicking the snow and drinking in the scenery. The wind whipped at them, tousling her hair, and cutting through their clothes. He wished he'd had a few moments to grab them coats and hats before coming up here. She turned and hugged him, kissing him quick before turning around again.
"I wish I had wings and not chains shackling me down." Her tone was lucid. "Wouldn't you love to soar over this, looking down to see something this pure?"
"I would." He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and she curled her fingers over his.
"If it weren't so damn cold, I'd say let's stay up here all night."
Murphy laughed. "Not looking to freeze to death."
"Let's go to bed."
"Only if you promise to talk to the others when we get up in the morning."
Clarke swallowed a lump in her throat. "I'll try. It's harder to hold it together with so many people."
"Tell you what, I'll kick them all out after we've dealt with Alie if you still feel that way." Murphy didn't tell her how much he wanted it to be just the two of them again. That he'd gladly kill every other person on the planet if it meant they'd never get disturbed again.
They walked through the living room with Murphy's arm slung over her shoulders, a smile on her face. He let her go into the bedroom alone and turned to the others. "I'll toss you out some extra blankets, but the bathroom is through here, and you're not welcome. So if you need the loo, take it outside." He did as he said he would then closed the door on their protests putting the wedge under the door just in case.