The casualness of it, Clarisse reaching for her hand without looking first, makes her stomach do a flip. No, they haven't talked about it yet but she's not about to pull away — she doesn't want to and it feels a little like being claimed, the notion bold and exciting to her. She hopes her palm isn't sweaty, thinking about all of this.

"Damn, okay." Challenge accepted. Hope Clarisse is prepared for her to guess all the way up the eyrie...

... But by the time they're up there, saddling Blunder, she's guessing stupid things that couldn't be true because Clarisse is right: she really isn't gonna get it. "We're going to... Delaware."