Jess didn't need his hand, did he? It wasn't like he was a contributing member to this creepy town.

Three months she spent coming to terms with the fact she was crippled. It'd been a hard and tumultuous journey, one that she hadn't quite finished exploring when she'd come to at the bottom of the fountain. Despite being given back the functionality of her leg, the people in charge of the town hadn't so much as thought to rectify the way she thought.

On a bridge as slippery and weak as the one they'd been walking along, Raven didn't feel invincible. She felt as frightened as she had in the pod she'd built, in front of Lexa's blade, lying on the makeshift cot inside the skeleton of the Ark with Abby Griffin looking at her as though she didn't quite know how to inform her the whole world had dropped around her.

When she flexed her fingers, she realised she was still holding Jess' hand. Rather than smoothly dropping it, she let go abruptly, and rolled her eyes at nothing at all. "We should find another way back just in case that bridge doesn't survive."

As Raven often did, she made to move without so much as asking him if he was all in one piece. Something told me he was, minus a hand.