Clarke lay staring up at the ceiling as tears silently rolled down her cheeks. She heard a door open and footsteps followed. She didn't think much of it as servants came in multiple times a day bringing water or food but then she heard her. "Clarke". It was Lexa.

She quickly sat up in bed staring at the commander who was in her nightdress carrying a bundle of what looked like blankets. "I apologize" Lexa said. "I was going to have one of my handmaidens bring you another blanket, for the cold night air. But as I could not sleep I choose not to bother anyone else with the task". Clarke nodded as if to thank her and then she slowly slid down making room for her. Lexa then carefully placed the blankets down on the corner and sat upon the bed pulling the quilt over her legs. She stared at Clarke whose eyes were bloodshot and cheeks were bright red. "You've been crying" Lexa stated simply, not as a question but just as an observation, Clarke was grateful for that. "Your visit to Arkadia has upset you, Clarke. But now you have to look forward" Lexa told her.

Clarke the lay back down and stared back at the ceiling, while Lexa followed her action. "It wasn't exactly that. It was-" but Lexa finished her sentence "Bellamy?" She asked. "You're mad at his actions toward you, at the words that he said?" Clarke thought for a moment. "I tried, to apologize. I thought he of all people would understand why I had to leave, and that I could try to help now but..." Clarke faded off. "I understand, Clarke. You're guilt took over you then, but I think now your stronger even though you might not think it". Clarke smiled even though Lexa probably could see it.

After that they both remained silent into the remainder of night. Both each other's protector for the nightmares that haunt their dreams if they should find sleep. But when the first light shined though Clarke feels her presence gone and her protector has left. She is now alone.