Clarke slept late into the morning, ignoring the growing noise from the camp for as long as humanly possible before completely abandoning sleep. Nyko's salve had worked wonders on her leg, although each step she took still hurt she could walk without limping. She wanted to apply a bit more anyway, but Nyko was gone and she hadn't been watching closely when he'd prepared it. He had left her some food though, which she ate quickly before packing her bag again. She'd have to ask the Commander if she could take some rations, and that was the only thing stopping her from sneaking away from camp right there and then. She was half tempted to forego the rations just to avoid her, but her hunting skills were still less than adequate so it could be days before she caught something. Plus the food here would already be prepared, and dried so it would keep longer whilst travelling. With a small sigh she headed to the Commander's tent.

The sun was bright and approaching midday as she crossed the camp. Lexa's guards nodded at her politely but stopped her as she tried to enter the tent.

"The Heda is busy. You must wait outside." He spoke quickly with an almost apologetic tone. He seemed uncomfortable telling her what to do. She supposed it was because of the legends that had spread about her. Nyko had told her some, from half accurate recollections to wild prepositions about her battle at Mount Weather. As far as half the grounders were concerned, she had single handedly slain the entire mountain and ended a century-long war.

"Oh, okay." She felt embarrassed for trying to walk straight into the Commander's tent. It had felt so familiar, she'd forgotten for a brief second everything that had happened.

"I can give the Heda a message for you." The second guard spoke in a tone that suggested she'd like to do anything but that.

"No, that's okay. I'll wait." Clarke answered quickly, somewhat relieved that she didn't have to see Lexa right now. She limped to sit on a nearby tree stump, wincing at the pain in her knee. Okay so Nyko's medicine wasn't a miracle cure after all. She still hadn't seen him though so she'd have to put up with it for now. As she waited she watched some children play nearby. They were clearly talking about her, with equal parts fear, awe and excitement. If only they knew what she'd really done.

She hadn't done anything brave or heroic. Bellamy was the one to infiltrate Mount Weather, risking his life for days to free the grounder captives. Jasper and Monty and all the others held it together when they knew that any point they could be dragged away to be harvested. Maya gave her life to help free the Arkers. Raven and Wick were the ones to blow the power and get them inside. All she had done was pull a lever to murder innocent children.

She was startled from her reverie as a shadow fell across her. Clarke looked up to see Lexa standing over her. She wasn't wearing her warpaint, but with the dark circles around her eyes she might as well have been.

"Clarke of the Sky People." Back to formalities apparently. Clarke stood so that she would not tower over her, ignoring the pain in her leg as she did so.

"Commander."

"Is your leg well?" Her eyes and voice were cool, distant, but it did not infuriate Clarke as it had done yesterday. She'd heard the whispered apology, and recognised Lexa's shield for what it was. Lexa was not looking at her, instead scanning the camp distractedly.

"It's fine." Clarke lied. "I came to ask if I could take some rations with me when I leave? Your people have been very welcoming but I would not want to overstay my welcome." Lexa nodded, still not looking at her.

"Yes, we can make arrangements for that later. Would you walk with me?"

"Um, well, I-." She struggled to think of an excuse in time, and her hesitation caught Lexa's attention. They were standing very close together, and when Lexa turned to her she caught the look in Lexa's eye. She knew Lexa would not ask again in front of her people, but her eyes pleaded silently and something inside of her caved. "Okay."

They walked together in silence to the entrance. Clarke forced herself to walk normally despite her protesting knee. Indra lounged nearby but stopped them as they tried to leave. She spoke in Trigedasleng and though Clarke didn't understand most of it she caught the tone and Indra gestured to her waistband where her gun was tucked. The Commander replied in English.

"I am aware. I will be fine." They walked out into the surrounding trees and Clarke couldn't help but ask.

"You really don't think I'd shoot you?"

"No Clarke, I don't think you'd shoot me." She looked away, but Clarke thought she heard amusement in her voice. Clarke bit back a snippy retort and focused instead on walking.