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[Well at least they've got some pre-made comm system here. Of course everything in her wants to take it a part, figure out how it works. At least it's something.]

Abby? Are you there? Is anyone else from Camp Jaha here? [She's not all that hopeful to be honest, but she has to try.]

I'm looking for my people, the sky people or the 100. If anyone knows their whereabouts, Finn or Octavia, give me a shout. [She figures it won't hurt to help look for Bellamy's sister.

She wants to end the feed there, already looking hesitant and distant, but she knows she's not going to survive long like this. In space she doesn't need her legs, but on Earth and apparently in the Drabwurld, she does.]

I-- I had a bullet hit my spine back home. I had someone look at it, remove it. But I can't use my leg. [Admitting this is hard enough.] I don't know what I'm going to do here without a brace or even modern medicine.

I'll take any advice.

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[ ... A bullet in the spine, she says. ]

I could make a metal one.

[Angry rebel trying to get back at someone and accidentally shoots bullet into innocent party's spine. Sound familiar?]

Anything is better than the armor they have here.

[ ... Shh. ]

I can make the metal shape to your legs exactly. Where are you?

What do you use, some soft metal? [Please talk tech with her.]

Caer Scima.

Something like that.

[ Hah. ]

Your room?

[That's not very definitive. She's intrigued.]

Right now, yeah.

I'll be there.

I'll be waiting.

Good.

[ It could take Erik longer to get back to the castle, but thanks to rings and his flight he gets there quickly enough. He asks an Imp for directions and he moves through, knocking on the door to her room and standing there, stern and waiting for permission. He wouldn't, normally, but... ]

It's open, [She calls out. It's bad enough manuevering in her room with her leg, but she doesn't want to get up and hobble over to the door using the shoddy leg armor and a spear for a crutch.]

[ And he comes in without hesitation, closing the door behind him before he looks at her. He's reminded of seeing Charles on the beach, of the few bare moments of watching his friend suffer before he left, of the shock at seeing him standing - but then he ignores the thoughts, ignores the familiar pang (he fixed it, no need to both) before he moves close. ]

Tell me how bad it is.

Sucks. [It comes out as a half scoff. Her derision isn't at him. He's not the one that did this, but it's clear she's holding back a lot of anger and frustration.]

I was managing back home. Even survived the damned surgery, but I don't have the brace here, and I can't walk. Doesn't hurt if that's what you mean.

[She just can't do much of anything in this state.]

I can imagine.

[ Sort of. He's seen it before -- but that's none of her business. For now, he's all clinical, frowning as he inspects her leg to see what, exactly, his metal can do. ]

Can you bear weight on it? Do you have feeling?

I can walk on it, just can't feel a thing. [She puts her good leg down, bending slightly. She's not sure if he's a doctor or what, and while she is sizing him up, he's the first that's managed to actually do something-- or at least have the means to.]

The bullet wound is on my lower back. [If he needs to see that. That's not going to be awkward at all.]

I see.

[ Just like Charles, but only on one side? The bullet must have hit her spine differently. He moves over and reaches out with his hands, the metal armour shifting a little as he feels it out. ]

Describe what you want.

I want to move. [She can't like this. The metal is too clunky, there's too much. It's meant to weigh her down and protect her, but it's the only thing she could find to strap to her leg.]

I want it to hold my leg together, but bend at the knee so I can walk.

[He's already moving and adjusting it, and her eyebrows are saying more than she could about how confused she is.]

How are you doing that?

[If he looks grateful for the Octavia shout out, well he's not going to draw attention to it.]

[But as for the other side of things:] You need me to do anything?

[Carry something? Move something? Talk to people?? He doesn't want to ask directly, but the offer's there.]

A full-length brace, then, with a bend at the knee. Something that will move with your leg even if you don't feel it.

[ He can't really do that with the armour she has right now, though, and he frowns as he moves and tries to mould the metal a little against her limb.

But of course she wants to know and he just raises an eyebrow. ]

Mutation.

A lot of people here are healers. As weird as it is to have no modern medicine at all -- [ thomas's nose wrinkles on his end of the video: he's not the biggest fan of this whole "fairy magic thing" but his apprenticeship with the healers has at least started to teach him some things. ] -- they're pretty talented.

I don't know if they're fixing paralyzed legs talented, but someone might be able to help you. Which court are you in?

Um--Miss Sky Person? [ Wow that sounds weird. ]

I can take care of your leg for you. Where are you?

Exactly. [However he's doing it, sans technology, he seems to understand mechanics of it all, and she isn't complaining.]

I can take the armor off. It's all they had that was remotely useful.

[She doesn't know what 'mutation' means, but it seems to come in tricky.]

Could'a used you in space, [Raven remarks with a well meant smile.]

Other than find more information? [She makes a face that says she's good, mouth scrunching downward.]

Nah. I got this. Someone's coming to make a brace. Not sure what else to do from there. You get anywhere?

Yeah, not sure what someone can do for a leg I can't really feel, [She says offhandedly. It's not something she really discloses much information on. To announce it to the court is pretty big of her, but that doesn't mean she's too friendly on the topic of conversation.]

But I got someone making a brace.

I'm in Caer Scima-- Unseelie. [That's what they called it.]

It's just Raven. [If anything Clarke is Miss Sky Person-- or rather Princess Sky Person.]

And it's fine. I got a brace. [Because magic is still something she's taking in one step at a time. You're lucky she hasn't pulled a part the locket.]

( Clarke had known from when they met up that the nerves in her spine had been damaged to the point of making her leg unusable. and maybe she'll regain mobility of it again one day, but that would have required modern medicine and physical therapy -- one of which didn't exist there, and the other Clarke wasn't trained in. she can only hope that there's someone here who can actually help.

in the mean time- )

Heard back from anyone yet?

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