Clarke had given up on seeing any more familiar faces after asking around a while, so her face lights up before she even registers who's spoken.

"Harper?"

All thoughts of decent food have to wait. Harper's here, which means there could be more. Bellamy. Raven. They might've made it to the Ring; at the very least they hadn't all died up there. Right? She's pretty sure this is neither heaven nor purgatory.

She all but runs over to the other girl and only stops herself from hugging her in sheer relief due to the plate in Harper's hands.

"You made it. You're okay. What about the others?"