The campfire had burned down to glowing embers when you found her. Raven was sitting alone beside one of the makeshift tents, leg stretched out in front of her, tools scattered around like broken thoughts. The look on her face wasn’t anger—it was exhaustion disguised as defiance.

“Didn’t your shift end an hour ago?” you asked quietly.

“Guess I didn’t get the memo,” she muttered, not looking up. The wrench in her hand clicked against the metal plate she’d been tightening for too long. “Besides, someone’s gotta make sure the generator doesn’t explode in the middle of the night.”

You stepped closer, crouching down beside her. “You’ve already done more than enough. The generator’s fine. You’re the one about to short-circuit.”

That earned a small, reluctant smirk. “Cute. You been saving that one?”

“Maybe.” You hesitated, watching her fingers tremble slightly as she worked. “Raven… when was the last time you slept?”

She didn’t answer, just kept her head down. But her silence told you everything.

You reached out gently, your hand brushing hers. “You don’t have to keep pretending you’re okay.”

Her jaw tightened. “Pretending’s how I survive.”

“Maybe,” you said softly, “but it’s not how you heal.”

Raven froze. For a heartbeat, you thought she’d pull away—but instead, she let out a shaky laugh, one that cracked halfway through.

“You really shouldn’t say stuff like that,” she whispered. “It makes me feel things.”

You smiled faintly. “Good. Maybe that’s the point.”

When she finally looked up at you, her eyes were glassy, filled with the kind of pain she never let anyone see. Not Bellamy. Not Clarke. Not even herself.

“Everyone looks at me like I’m unbreakable,” she said. “Like I can fix everything. But I can’t even fix myself.”

You squeezed her hand, steady and warm. “You don’t have to be unbreakable with me.”

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The only sound was the crackling of the dying fire and the quiet hum of the night. Then, slowly, Raven leaned against your shoulder, her breath unsteady.

“I hate that you see through me,” she murmured.