Clarisse pulls her own shoes off and crawls onto her sleeping bag, curls onto her side and watches Ellie. She looks exhausted, and Clarisse reaches out to brush some hair out of her face.

She's not sure if this is what Ellie meant, exactly, by moving their stuff together, but... Now that they've started touching each other again, after days of skirting around it, Clarisse doesn't want to stop. The feeling of Ellie's body against hers is familiar, comforting in a place that seems so removed from everything she knows. After a minute, she inches closer, hooking an arm over Ellie's waist and tucking her chin against the top of her head.