«Your sister?!» Clarke exclaimed, a little louder than she intended. She didn't know what to think. Not only was Lexa talking about her family for the first time, but she also had a sister. "Wha- What happened to her?" she stuttered.

"I do not know. The day after I was chosen she was gone. I have not seen her since," Lexa said, looking at Clarke.

"Do you know why she left?" Clarke asked.

"No. She just disappeared. She didn't even tell our parents. They were devastated."

Lexa was looking down at her hands now and Clarke sensed that this was a story for another time. She was still curious, and had it been anyone else she wouldn't hesitate to ask more. This was Lexa though. Strong, powerful, unbreakable Lexa, who had more feelings than she led people to believe, and she was sharing this with Clarke. She secretly hoped that she was the only one who got to see this side of Lexa, her heart beating faster at the thought.

"Maybe we should head back soon. You probably have a lot to do."

Lexa nodded slowly at Clarke's words before getting ready to get up from her seat. The sun had rose long ago and Lexa realized for the first time how long they had been there. She offered Clarke her hand, which she accepted, and pulled her to stand. Clarke collected her book and charcoals, and they walked together in silence back to camp.

Lexa's mind was racing and her emotions were raging inside her. She had not felt like this in a long time, and wasn't really sure what to do with herself. She tried her best to remain expressionless and hoped Clarke wouldn't ask any more questions. She knew if she did, she wouldn't be able to say no. She just had to accept that Clarke had a tight grip around her heart and she wasn't letting go anytime soon. Lexa took a deep breath and tried to pinpoint exactly what she was feeling. Angry, at herself and the situation she had gotten herself in, scared of the possible outcome, and even a little bit excited. She did not know however, how to deal with all this. She prided herself in being able to distance herself from her feelings, but this time it was so much harder. Clarke made her feel so many things.

After entering the gates of their camp, they sauntered in different directions with a nod. Clarke went to her hut to put her things away and Lexa wandered over to the training grounds, after she had picked up her armor.

The second Lexa arrived she started looking for a worthy opponent, figuring a little sparring could do her good. There were mostly sky people around, but she could spot some of her people as well. To her left there were a few grounders showing the others how to make a sword of their own. She recognized one of her night guards, Oato. She knew he would do well in a match against her. He was one of the best swordsmen she had, there was a reason he was a night guard.

"Oato! Are you up for a little friendly competition?" she asked when she arrived at their location.

"For you Heda, always," he answered.

They walked a little further away from the others who were training and began their brawl.

Lexa drew her sword and took her stand. She and her opponent circled each other before Oato took the first swing. Lexa easily eluded the attack and kept circling. Her face was emotionless but the rage was building inside her. It was the only feeling strong enough to keep the others away so she welcomed it with open arms. They went on like that for a while, alternating between circling and attacking. Lexa got in the most hits but Oato got a few good ones as well. Lexa was just recuperating from a blow that knocked her over, and her rage was constantly growing. She couldn't remember the last time she was this angry and wanted to finish her opponent as fast as possible. She was getting tired and her body hurt from the cuts and bruises she had gotten, the most worthy of attention was the gash in her upper arm.

They were circling again and Lexa finally noticed the crowd that had formed around them. Most importantly, she noticed the wide-eyed blonde staring at them. There was something in Clarke's eyes she couldn't quite pinpoint, but whatever it was it convinced her to get this over with. She set her eyes on her opponent and growled quietly before swinging her sword at him. She swung, and swung, and swung, and Oato could not keep up for long. He was soon on his back with Lexa on top of him. She had now withdrawn her knife and held it against his throat, hard enough to make a few drops of blood trickle to the ground. Her eyes were burning with anger and the fallen grounder actually looked terrified.

"Heda, he is finished," Indra spoke up.

When Lexa made no indication that she was moving, Indra tried again.

"Heda."

Lexa finally looked up and saw the worried, frowning people around her. What was she doing? Oato touched the wound on his throat before looking at his hand. Lexa slowly got up, put her knife to her palm, and sliced it, before squeezing out a few drops of blood. "Jus drein, jus daun," she said and walked to her hut.

Clarke immediately broke through the crowd and followed her.

"Lexa, wait!" she yelled, but Lexa didn't stop.

When Clarke finally got to Lexa's hut she had already started bandaging the wound in her palm and was mumbling to herself in Trigedasleng. Clarke managed to pick up a few swear words one of the teenagers had taught her, but the rest was inaudible.

"Lexa, wha-" Clarke started, but before she could finish Lexa whirled around and walked towards her.

"This is your fault!" Lexa yelled, "this is all your fault." She started pacing back and forth, alternating between English and Trigedasleng. "If you had just stayed up in the sky everything would be fine. I tried my best for this not to happen. Hodnes laik kwelnes. That was all I had to remember. It worked fine until you showed up. You and your skaikru." She kept talking and waving her arms around, and the gash on her arm was bleeding quite a lot, but it didn't seem like she noticed. Clarke tried to interrupt but Lexa just kept on talking, and had now resorted to only speaking Trigedasleng.

"Lexa I don't know what you're saying." Clarke stood helplessly and watched as the commander had, what she had concluded, a panic attack.

She desperately tried to think of what to do, thinking back to everything she had learned. She thought maybe a distraction could help, or a hit in the head. Although the latter was a little tempting, she figured it wouldn't be such a good idea. There was nothing distracting enough nearby and Clarke felt she was fighting a losing battle.
Unless, she thought. No, this was a crazy idea. She couldn't go through with it. It would most likely work though; she had seen her mother use it when her father freaked out over his job. It couldn't hurt to try. What could go wrong? It's totally innocent, she thought. Deciding to try, Clarke squared her shoulders, lifted her chin, and walked towards Lexa. Lexa noticed the determination in her eyes and stopped pacing for a second before barking, Chit yu gaf? Then shaking her head and translating.

"What do you want?"

Clarke didn't answer. She just raised her hands to Lexa's cheeks and pressed their lips together.