( clementine tightens her hold on him, recognizing the hug as being one of both comfort and relief. he's relieved she's okay, and- and she's so grateful he saved her. the hug helps to quell the fear pounding in her chest at the feeling she wouldn't survive (wondering if whoever found her would know to destroy her brains so she doesn't come back the wrong way).

she does have a lot of questions. she's learned some from rebekah. she knew he had powers, but this seems like- that seemed far different than their just having been given powers like it changed them in ways that didn't just make them strong. she's not sure if it's the time to ask about it since there's still an event going on, but it's clear in her expression as they pull back that there are questions.

but there's no fear. it's hard for her to be afraid, and she can't be afraid of someone who stopped her from becoming what she fears more than anything (becoming a walker. it scares her more than the thought of dying ever could). ) Georgia. I helped her as much as I could, but I don't think she'll be okay until- until her brother comes back. ( but clementine boarded up her door and left food and drink for when shaun does come back. it's all she could think of to do, and she still can't wrap her head around loving, trusting someone so much to be rendered to such a state of grief. it's terrifying to imagine, and at the same time, it's terrible to think she might not ever love that deeply, because she's too busy protecting herself from the inevitability of loss. )

I was trying to make my way back to my room so I could hide until all this shit blows over.