Oh, Octavia was staying sort of huddled up on her side of the bed, trying to make herself small just out of caution.

(She also wanted few things more than to be helping Duke.)

"Well," she said, sounding like her throat was dry all of a sudden. "Least no one's dead?"

Don't mind her, she'd just realized how much more the sandstorm in her dream could have done. (The members of Wonkru dead from protecting her with their own bodies --)