Clarke was acting with Tayrey's full support. Sometimes you have to be able to make the tough decisions. Of course, Tayrey's death made her support or lack thereof irrelevant, but she thinks fondly of her. It's because of Clarke that Tayrey died peaceful. For a given value of death.

She doesn't think of the other young woman now, but she does speak softly. 'I was nearly one of them. Ready to... let go. Stop fighting. Told myself death ends all contracts, if I want it to.' She shrugs, fractionally. 'I guess there's a part of me that's too damn stubborn, wants to get myself home just to prove that djinn bastard wrong,' she says.

'Arthur deserves to be here. Deserves a better life. And Crichton, and Cassandra, and... all of ours, who never gave up.' Tayrey pauses, and she very nearly speaks Tradeline words for the dead, but she catches herself, because maybe they aren't. Maybe they're just late. So she'll hold those words for now, and the others that Cassandra de Rolo gave her. 'You're right, there's still hope, and in the meantime, there's plenty of work to do.'

She might have left it at that, but she trusts Fever, and some things are easier to say while walking, while you don't have to look too close at a person's reaction. 'Still, shared objective or not, I'm keeping clear of most of the rest who made it out. For my own safety.' After Maximilien and Siffleur, nobody can begrudge her that.