"I wish I could answer that…" Clarke wishes to say more but a sudden dizziness overcomes her, she sways unsteadily. Lexa is by her side in an instant and guides her to the cot once more. "Concussion... great." Clarke rolls her eyes, that actually makes her feel worse- she'd kick herself if she could, why did she have to be so careless leaving herself open to attack. Now she is here, looking weak in front of Lexa.

"You need rest. Sleep. We can talk more when you are well." Lexa sits beside Clarke and Clarke wants to argue but suddenly feels tiered, she shakes her head as if that could rid her of the tiredness. "No sleep. Talk to me. Sleeping is bad after a head injury; it's obviously worse than you thought, good thing you're not a doctor." Clarke adds somewhat jokily and takes a deep breath.

"I don't know what to say?" Lexa says honestly, as she struggled to find the words to explain to Clarke; to make her understand how she felt.

"Was it easy, for you to use your head? To just walk away? Because I, I'm still struggling." Clarke doesn't beat around the bush; if they had to talk she wasn't going to talk idly.

"Is that what you think? That it was easy for me?" Lexa asks hurt and pissed. Clarke can see as the fire in Lexa's eyes, it sends a shiver down her arms. Clarke sighs and wraps her arms around herself and sits up ignoring Lexa's request that she should lie down. "I'll be fine." Clarke adds.

"I don't know; you're not very forthcoming with your emotions." Clarke starts bluntly; she raises an eyebrow at Lexa questioning but Lexa doesn't reply, doesn't give any indication that she had heard her so Clarke continues. "I get why you did it, I do, I made the same choice, and you were right when you said we're not that different; our people, the choices we've made to survive are all based on the same principle-survival of our own above all else."

"But surely there is more to life than just surviving, surely we deserve more?" Lexa speaks Clarke's own words to her; the words prompt something in her.

"Maybe we don't." Clarke wasn't the same person she was when she had spoken those words. "Maybe all there is, is fight after fight…we're all just animals waiting to die or to kill those weaker than us." Clarke looks away and it's this that urges Lexa to open up. "I can't believe that. You can't believe that." Clarke looks up and sees a serious Lexa. "You're belief in others, in your people and the promise of more is what made me believe in you, it's what built our truce."

"The truce you ended when you walked away...My people won't understand." Clarke interrupts angrily and Lexa rolls her eyes exasperated and mutters some words in trigedasleng which Clarke is sure are curse words aimed at her.

"You never answered my question." At this Lexa stops her cursing and looks at Clarke with fear and Clarke knows the answer without Lexa speaking it, but she needs to hear her say it. "Was it easy for you, to leave me…My people to die?" Clarke watches as Lexa looks to the entrance of the tent, the fear begging Lexa to leave to not answer to the question, to not be weak. Clarke sits up straighter and winces at the pain in her head but forces herself to pay attention.

"Your people yes," Lexa says this with her eyes trained to the flap of the tent. "But you," Lexa turns around, her eyes pleading with Clarke, but Clarke is adamant, she needs to hear the words. "No, leaving you was anything but easy." Clarke is shocked to see a single tear fall down Lexa's face as she says the words she wished were true.
Lexa turns to exit, not saying any more; she'd shown Clarke plenty, more than anyone had seen since Costia. For Lexa had shown Clarke her true emotions; that she felt the pain of her betrayal, of all the lives she had took, she felt everything and it wasn't easy, it bloody hurt.

"Lexa wait!" Clarke quickly stands and races to stop Lexa but as she steps away from the cot bed spots cloud her eyes and her body feels weaker. "Crap." Clarke says with fear; it's this that stops Lexa, the fear she hears in Clarke's voice. Clarke's legs buckle under her; luckily Lexa is quick and catches her. Just before she blacks out Clarke sees the fear in Lexa's eye's too.

"Maybe there is hope for us." Clarke wishes to say but can't speak…shit this isn't good! Clarke thinks just before the darkness takes a hold; Lexa's pleas of her name and the shaking of her limp body unknown to her.

"Sis au! Sis au!" Lexa shouts, knowing there was someone nearby and not caring in this moment who it was that came in, as long as that someone got the help she needed. Clarke had to be okay.

"Heda, heda!" The warrior from before comes rushing in and pales as soon as he sees Clarke in the Commanders arms. Her eyes hold his and the fire in hers causes him to gulp.

"Hon op Naikou. Nau!" The fire burns into the warriors eyes as he turns racing out the tent to find Niko the warning clear… If she dies, you die. The warrior prays to the God's above and to the souls around him; let her live, please let her live. For he feared not death but the wrath the commander would reign on the world is she was to lose another she loved.