Outside the tent, Lexa was clearly arguing with the elder man. It had taken them around two minutes to raise their voices, which was when Fathi entered the tent again where Clarke and Lexa's friends were still sitting, afraid to move, not saying a word, just listening to the fight. When the man spit two words at Lexa, the fight suddenly stopped.

"… what did he say?" Clarke whispered and Fathi slightly huffed.

"It means 'Shame'." He explained and a second later, the arguing continued.

Clarke furrowed her brows. "What are they fighting about though?"

Fathi took a moment to consider his words before he quietly cleared his throat. "He's not really amused that Lexa brought her... a girl here."

The blonde shook her head. "Well but he doesn't need to care about her and what she does. I mean I get that he's like the boss here but her life is none of his business anyway, so why the fuss?"

"Technically–"

"Clarke? This is my dad." Their heads shot up and when Clarke realized what Lexa had just said, her jaw dropped. Lexa ignored it and calmly continued. "He wants to meet you, so… would you come out here for a second?" Clarke stared at Lexa and then, mouth open and eyes widened, her nodding changed into a head–shaking. Lexa perked her eyebrows up and mouthed a Please at Clarke. Death! the blonde mouthed back and pointed at the man outside the tent. Lexa shook her head and stretched out her hand, gesturing for Clarke to take it and follow her.

When they approached the man, his eyes were soft and his lips formed a smile, the same smile that Clarke had seen on Lexa so many times before.

"I would like to apologize for my behavior," he started and Clarke was surprised at his nearly perfect English. "I can assure you that it had nothing to do with you in particular." Clarke noticed Lexa's glance and the man's smile slightly faded but it didn't disappear.

"You must understand that with my daughter, our life was never really..." he paused when Lexa raised an eyebrow and his voice softened, "boring."

Clarke laughed but immediately covered her mouth when she realized she might have just offended him, or her, or both. Some of their culture's rules and details were still new to her.

The man nodded understandingly with a polite smile. "To be honest, I had not expected to see her with a... woman here. A few years ago, she–"

"Baba– la." Lexa interfered softly and he hesitated for a moment but nodded again, while Clarke was still utterly confused about the whole situation.

"I hope you have a pleasant stay," he said instead and his smile widened again, this time reaching his eyes, "and a safe passage back home."

"Actually, Sir, I go by–" Clarke spoke but paused when Lexa shook her head. "Thank you, Sir." She said instead and he nodded again before he turned back to his daughter and said something that Clarke assumed was Goodbye, or something similar.

When he left, Lexa let out a long sigh. With a small smile, she pulled Clarke into a tender embrace. "I'm sorry."

They left the camp shortly after. It was early in the evening but Lexa explained that they still had a few more miles to go, so they climbed the camels again and started their final journey, as Fathi, who was actually Lexa's brother as they had told Clarke later, had called it.

They didn't say much and the few words they shared were about the dinner and the landscape. There were at least a million questions racing through Clarke's head but she decided to keep them to herself, especially because she was sure that Lexa needed some time to sort her own thoughts, questions and emotions as well. An hour later, Lexa stopped the camels, got off hers and helped Clarke climb down as well.

With furrowed brows, the blonde looked around. "What's so special here? The only thing I see is that small rock over there."

"We'll sleep here." Lexa winked and Clarke's eyes widened.

"We'll– what? We can't just sleep here, can we? I mean isn't that against the law or something?"

"Clarke," Lexa tilted her head, "we're in the middle of the desert, far away from where tourists go. Do you really think anyone will find us here?" She laughed and began to set up a tent which Clarke hadn't even realized Lexa had the parts for on her camel. She looked around once more and suddenly, a thought hit her and her heart started racing.

"Wait, are there animals here? Snakes? Scorpions? Spiders?"

"A few, but–"

"Am I gonna die?"

"Clarke. Do you ever talk about anything other than your death?"

The blonde shook her head in disbelief. "Easy for you to talk, you grew up here, you–"

"I didn't grow up here, really," Lexa interrupted her but continued when she noticed the confused look on Clarke's face, "only for a short time. I actually grew up in Australia."

"You guys have snakes and scorpions and spiders there, too! Big ones! And you're not scared of any of them! You're not scared of anything!"

"That's not true, Clarke. I–" she began but hesitated, then got back to setting up the tent instead, "would you pass me that rope there, please?"

They were sitting in the red sand, their backs leaning against the small rock nearby the tent. It was fairly cold but they both had a camel wool blanket wrapped around them that was much warmer than Clarke had expected.

"Did you actually order thousands of stars and a full moon too to make an already perfect day even more... perfect? Just curious."

Lexa let out a soft laugh. "Almost full moon. And the star–studded sky is normal here."

"Well it's amazing," Clarke noted with a smile, "really. Thanks Lexa for showing me this and for the dinner earlier and for... everything, actually. Honestly, I don't know what to say at all, I mean this– this is just so... perfect."

Lexa smiled but didn't answer.

"Can I ask you something?" Clarke asked quietly and the brunette's eye met hers.

"What did your... father mean when he said your lives were never boring with you and what was he referring to when he said a few years ago? And why was he so upset? And where is your mom?"

"That are a lot of questions." Lexa said calmly, her lips curling into a one sided smile but when Clarke didn't reply, she turned her head and gazed into the distance again.

"My mom lives in Australia. She parted with my father a few weeks after I was born. I spent my first five years here and then went to live with her. I went back to Jordan after I graduated from college, somehow I got drawn back."

"Do you live here?"

"No, I live in Sydney. I moved back two years ago." The brunette shifted a little. "And my father was upset because... the last time I introduced a woman to my family, it didn't end well. Costia, my... fiancée back then, had difficulties with our culture, she disagreed with most rules. Which is okay, absolutely. I don't judge her, I don't judge anyone who doesn't understand or agree with our culture. But she was immoderately disrespectful, so my father kicked her out and I never saw her again. Long story short." She smiled and looked back at Clarke who slightly smiled back at her but remained silent.

Lexa waited for a few moments, then got up and held out her hand for Clarke. "Let's get some sleep."