[ clarke can literally see the moment realization dawns on him, that he understands she's seen him with his eyes gone completely pitch-black, like her blood. his disappointment at her reaction is palpable, bordering on disgust.

belatedly she understands her hands raised in supplication are part of the problem, and she lowers them back to her sides, shaking her head in denial of his accusation. ]

I'm not afraid of you. [ there's conviction in her voice, if he deigns to listen. ] But I'm also not so much of an idiot not to know that you went somewhere, just a little while ago, and I wanted to make sure you've fully come back, that it's you, and not — [ whatever else that held him in its thrall, momentarily.

there's another shake of her head, this time solidly obstinate. ] And I'm not going inside. Not until I see to your leg.