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EVERYTHING WAS so easy and effortless now that she was on the ground. Her only problems were the possible threat of people coming to ruin that, and with a leader like Bellamy, she didn't see that happening any time soon.
She sat down in a patch of grass near the tree line of camp, interrupted by a loud voice. "Willow!" Ellie called out, looking absolutely and utterly relieved to see her.
Willow propped herself up and smiled returning the girl's hug when she leaned down to greet her.
"Told you it'd be fine, didn't I?" Willow smirked with a gesture to the green paradise around them.
"Depends on what you're calling fine," Ellie responded, looking nervous. She cast her gaze to the ground and sighed slightly. "This is bad. We need the Ark."
"What? Were you around last night?" she questioned, looking at Ellie with raised brows. "This is a good thing, Elle. The Ark is who locked us up, who did this to us, the bastards."
Ellie didn't respond, and Willow honestly didn't expect her to. She had always been a shy girl who didn't voice her opinions very strongly. Especially if she was afraid of the argument that might ensue.
"She's right. We wouldn't be down here to begin with if it wasn't for them," the girl who she had met the other day, Gray, chimed in. The boy, Rhys, whom she had also met was beside her.
"Jaha said himself that we're expendable," Rhys state bitterly, looking towards the sky as if that meant that Jaha was looking down on them watching.
"Right now, I'm more worried about enjoying my time on the ground rather than worrying about that asshole up there," Willow let out breathlessly with a small shrug. "I won't let the Ark ruin this like they ruin everything else. Let's enjoy this."
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The soft light of the fire that centered their camp illuminated the returned "heroes", carrying in Jasper as well as a bountiful dead panther. Bellamy and Murphy heaved in the dead animal and already had people set to work on cooking in as soon as they strode in.
Clarke's worried eyes never left Jasper, and Finn's never left Clarke. "I need boiled water and strips of cloth," she commanded as she held back the plastic tarp covering the dropship entrance. Willow sauntered over, eyes hovering over the pale, unconscious boy.
"How is he?" she questioned, making eye contact with Clarke as she watched them carry Jasper into the ship. Her eyes were heavy with exhaustion and she eyed Bellamy warily when the cheers of the camp echoed his name at the sight of food.
