Bellamy's hand was dead. He knew it. The elderly woman's grip on it was so fierce that tears had spring up in his eyes, but she hadn't meant to cause him pain. Looking up at her face, he knew it was true. Her old smile, warn and somewhat tired, lit up her face and drew a grin on Bellamy's.

"Mr. Blake! Welcome to my village!"

"Hello, Heda," he said and she put her finger to her lips.

"Heda is my unofficial name, one I don't deserve but my people give me anyway. It's like how they call Clarke Mother or Healer. Like she represents both of those things while she is neither, I am called Heda because I represent the Heda, but I am not. Call me Gale."

"Is Gale your actual name?"

"No, but it is the best translation that you all would be able to say."

Bellamy nodded, "Well, hello, Gale."

She smiled again before turning to the other nine (Raven was still off with the kids and Wick had followed), "Come in and get warm."

Gale shouted toward the kids, waving her hands in a 'come here' motion.

Looking back over his shoulder at them, Bellamy saw that Raven was buried under a mound of children, but, at their Heda's command, they had gotten up, everyone laughing. The kids made their way toward the building that Clarke had disappeared into (the same one that Alcon had too) and Wick and Raven had joined the group of a Sky People.

"Come," Gale said in English, "Your house is this way."

Bellamy was surprised when he entered the stone building. He really shouldn't have been, but he was.

"These are all Clarke's," he said, looking at the many floor to ceiling drawings on the walls.

"Yes," Gale said, "She wanted to make you all a little more at home, so she took off some time and made these for you all."

The Sky People stared at the tiny, elderly woman in front of them, standing alone in the middle of what looked to be a living room. Everyone had told them about how much Clarke cared for them, but she had left and had not even hugged Bellamy back. And it was Bellamy. Besides the beautiful pencil pictures on the walls surrounding them, they had not seen any indication that she still loved them.

Gale smiled, a little sad, "You are tied to bad memories. Give her time and she will learn to deal with the pain."

"She seems to have no problem with the pain Lexa caused her," Octavia commented. Gale's smile became a little warped, but then it returned.

"You will have to ask her about how Lexa got her acceptance again," then she laughed and poked Bellamy in side like she had known him for forever, "You might want to take a leaf out of her book, I've heard it works wonders!"

Then she dissolved into laughter, "I'll leave you to settle in. When the drums sound, go out to the big fire to get food. You can take it in here or stay outside for the stories."

She left, leaving twelve confused Sky People in her wake.

"What did she mean when she said 'Take a leaf out of Lexa's book'?" Bellamy asked.

Octavia smirked at him, "I could give you an idea," she said.

The drums echoed through the camp, bringing shrieks and shouts as everyone ran out of their houses toward a huge bonfire. The twelve exited their house and looked at the spectacle. Children were running between adults as they talked to each other, many women and men brought out huge plates of food to set out on the long table beside the fire, dogs ran around, snatching scraps off the overflowing plates when they could, and, on the center of it all, was Clarke and Lexa, who seemed to be shadowing each other's every move.

"This is...interesting," Raven wondered.

Lincoln smiled, "This clan is known as the Peace Clan. They usually don't interact with the other clans except in times of Great War, even then, they are very quiet."

Everyone was quiet as they watched Clarke...smile.

"She found the one clan that needed her. The one that she would never have to fight again," Lincoln finished.

Bellamy thought back to the words Clarke's mother had whispered in his ears. If he brought Clarke back, she would most likely have to fight again, most likely have to lead her people, and most likely have to...well, leave here. The last one seemed obvious, but it was the one that killed him the most. Bellamy wracked his brain and could count the times he had seen her smile on one hand. Now, her smile was in abundance, that is, until she saw them.

She waved, her smile not as bright, not as genuine. But, her wave did call a very genuine response out of the Peace Clan.

Kids rushed back towards Raven, quickly drawing her away from the crowd and toward the fire. Women came, acting almost as though they had known Bellamy all their lives. They put both hands on the sides of his face and placed a kiss on each cheek, doing the same for every male in the Sky People before hugging the girls.

Clarke's smile got brighter as she watched him be smothered with the kisses of strangers.

She laughed at his shocked face before she was drawn into a conversation with Lexa and Gale.

The Sky People were drawn closer to the fire where Raven and Wick were, once again, trapped under pile of kids.

Clarke, Lexa, and Gale talked in rapid Grounder tongue, Clarke trying to grasped every word she could. The three girls burst into laughter as Fale seemed to recount a story. Bellamy had a feeling it was about what had happened in the house this morning.

"Octavia," Bellamy called to her and his sister appeared at his side, "I think Lincoln should probably start teaching us the Grounder language."

She blinked up at him, "Learning a new language gets harder as you grow up. By the time we left we would only know a few phrases."

"That would be more helpful than being completely in the blind about what they're saying."

"I'll ask him about it," Octavia said before disappearing.

"Your hair is longer," Bellamy said, tugging on a lock of long, blonde hair.

"Is it?" Clarke asked, turning around to face him.

Bellamy nodded thoughtfully, "Yeah. It's almost to your lower back now."

Clarke nodded and all was quiet for a while, before Bellamy broke it, "I'm sorry."

The Grounder/Sky Woman looked confused, "For what?"

He shrugged, "Whatever I did."

"Why do you think you did something?"

"Why are you so distant?" Bellamy asked. He was aware that a few men were watching them. The large men that had stayed near Clarke all night now came closer, possibly because of his slightly raised voice.

Clarke stayed still for a second, her stoic mask slightly falling.

She started to walk away and Bellamy grabbed onto her arm. Not hard. His fingers barely whispered over her wrist, but it was enough to set off her guard.

They rushed toward him and Clarke immediately flung her free arm into the air. The men stopped, a protective glint in their eye.

But, Clarke wasn't going to let them hurt Bellamy, or, at least, that was what he hoped.

"Clarke...I just want to understand," he whispered. He knew most people were listening to him, the only sound was the beating of the drums and Lexa's steps coming towards them.

"I can't help you understand something that I don't know myself," then she ripped herself from his grip and went to Lexa. The talking started again, leaving Bellamy in the dust.