"Okay, good." Clarke mirrors the gesture with her own mock toast. For all of her that is glad to be able to be some help, she is still at a loss. This is a problem and therefore it has a solution. It is just lost in the fog of immediacy, the emotional tug that pulls when that loss is of a person who was supposed to stay.

"I don't think you have to do anything right away," she offers cautiously after swallowing another sip of her own wine. Swirling the glass, she watches the liquid flow around the edges, confined by the laws of physics. "I think being caught off-guard and adrift is allowed. I don't think my mom knew what to fully do when my dad and I were taken either." Even though she did the forcing, assists the rest of her brain, helpfully leaving it unsaid. "Not knowing is okay."