Abby got up just as the guards were opening the gate to let the Grounders out to head home. She rushed over, tucking a letter into her pocket and holding another in her hand.

"Hei, Indra," she said as the woman got to the gate. "Beja, hod op."

Indra turned, one eyebrow raised and a hand instinctively on her sword.

"Please," Abby said. "When are you going to their camp?"

"Tomorrow at dawn," Indra answered. "Why?"

"Will you give this to Clarke?" Abby asked, holding out the separate letter. "Beja?"

Indra took it. "Sha," she said, putting it into her pouch. "For Klark?"

"Yes," Abby said. "Tell her it's from me."

Indra nodded and set off.

Whatever they were expecting when Clarke and Bellamy met the Grounders at the agreed meeting point, it certainly wasn't a half-drunk Bellamy and a glaring Clarke who helped him through the woods.

"Hei, Indra," Clarke said, struggling to keep her friend upright.

"Hei, Heda Klark, Heda Belami," Indra greeted, a little uncertain.

"How are things at Arkadia?" Clarke asked, sitting Bellamy down on a stump. He was giggling madly at a Grounder that had accompanied Indra.

"They seem to be going well," Indra said. "We cannot stay long, but your mother the Fisa directed me to give you this." She pulled a piece of paper from her belt and offered it to Clarke. She took it, folding it away to read later.

Indra gave the rest of the report on Arkadia, Clarke giving hers, Bellamy only interrupting once to comment about the trees, which were apparently talking.

They didn't stay long, apparently being needed in Polis, so they left quickly and Clarke dragged Bellamy back to camp, where he fell asleep.

Going into the place they'd sectioned off for Medical (and also the place Clarke was sleeping), she unfolded the paper Indra gave her and began reading.

Dear Clarke,

I wish you would have come to me in person and said goodbye.

In camp, parents all around are asking Marcus and I where their children have gone, what's happened. Instead of stopping the chaos, you've managed to create some.

I already know I can't convince you to come home, ever, so instead I'll ask if you've reached wherever you're going safely.

Are you sure you have enough food? Weapons? Do they listen to you?

Do they listen to you when we never did? Marcus and I are realizing that maybe we should have a little more. If we'd never done that to Bellamy, would you have stayed?

I don't think you would have, but I can't say for sure. Ever since we've gotten here, you've changed so much that I can't tell what your motives are anymore.

I love you, Clarke. I do, even if sometimes we clash because you're more in charge than I am, if sometimes we argue about things that would never have come up when we were on the Ark. This is one of those times where we'd argue about leaving.

If you had come to me to say goodbye, I would have done everything in my power to keep you from going. We would have argued, and it would have ended with us ending on bad terms. I would have never written this letter, and I would have felt terrible because our last words to each other would have been angry ones.

So even if I'm never going to see you again, and even if you never reply, it's okay. It's okay because you've evidently made your peace and here I am, making mine.

I love you. If you ever need anything, or just happen to want to drop by, I'll be here. Always.

May we meet again.

Love,

Mom

Clarke sat there for a moment, digesting her mother's words. She knew she'd changed since being on the ground, but she hadn't thought it was that much.

When they'd first gotten to earth, Clarke's main mission had been finding Mount Weather. Then it was finding and taking care of Jasper, and so many other things that maybe she'd slipped from naïve Ark Girl to something different without realizing. Sure, she'd become Wanheda, but was because she was trying to save the people who surrounded her today.

Clarke knew she'd changed, but if her father could see her right now, dressed in blue robes and Grounder braids, would he recognize her? Her mother didn't. She'd never meant to become this person, someone completely new who wasn't the same person even to her mother. She remembered Bellamy's words as he dragged Lincoln into the dropship.

"Who we are and who we need to be to survive are two very different things."

At the time, Clarke had been outraged that they would take a hostage. She'd been outraged at Bellamy. She'd always told herself that by these words, she would never mix who she was with who she needed to be.

But now, it was evident that she had, without even realizing it. Was this who she was now? Was there no going back to the happy-go-lucky Ark girl?

No, she decided. There wasn't. She could never go back to that, after two people she loved most were now dead, unable to support her as they once had. Wells and her father were gone.

So was she. Now, she was Mighty Wanheda, but she could also be Clarke without Wanheda.

She was sure of it.