Clarke began to stir, shifting slightly in the bed she was laying in. In her barely conscious state she had minimal recollection of the events leading this particular moment, but Clarke could sense a body besides her own sharing the bed with her. She breathed out an indistinguishable word seeming to begin with an L, or maybe something similar. At one point she moved just enough that her knee slipped out from under the fur blankets and made contact with the air. "Lexa!" Clarke said, sitting up quickly after being thrown the rest of the way into consciousness by the startling cold.
She looked around and realized she was still at the small trading post. She looked beside her and her heart sank; the girl next to was not the commander, but rather a light haired girl named Niylah. Clarke closed her eyes and sighed deeply, deciding it would be best to leave. She did not feel good about her decision though; this girl had done nothing but help her the whole time. Niylah had lied to bounty hunters, given her food and a place to rest, and helped clean her (somewhat minor) wounds after she was attacked.
Clarke also was painfully aware that she had initiated the events of the previous evening, leading her to wake up next to this girl. She had done so mainly out of loneliness and out of spite. Lexa, the girl she trusted and perhaps loved, had betrayed her. And knowing very well how Lexa felt about her, Clarke decided to throw it in the commander's strong, unaffected face. Whether or not Lexa would ever find out that the she had slept with this grounder girl had meant little to Clarke.
Regardless of these swirling emotions, Clarke got out of the warm bed, escaped the guilt of leaving this girl, who was not Lexa and had done nothing wrong, and got her clothes back on. Once dressed she gathered the few possessions she had and made her way to the door of the trade post. Who knew, maybe if she kept running, someday she would find the girl she had once loved.