Octavia's hair was a messy halo around her head, and her shirt - another oversized tee, to go with the casual air of the leggings that were long gone - was managing to look pretty rumpled despite having had little done to it. The line of tattooed dots down her forearm was on full show, as was the snake on her leg. The various faded battle scars along her legs.

And the wetness between her legs, both hers and his.

Octavia was looking back at him, too, taking him in still mostly in his clothes. The expression on her face looked soft.