Nia's fork clinks against the metal of her plate for a moment, and Clarke's eyes follow the knife as it slices through a vegetable, the flesh of it supple, the skin roasted and crusted with spices. Clarke brings her own fork to her mouth, the clink of the metal and her teeth echoing within her head. Nia's eyes flash to hers easily before eyeing Teril who must stand close by, and Clarke is sure the guard keeps his gaze focused on her, she is certain his hand still rests against the knife strapped to his ribs.
Clarke's gaze moves to the servant's, she eyes the woman who stands in the shadows, the brown of her eyes settled at her feet as she waits for Nia to give her a task. Nia's hand rises easily, her own eyes turning to the servant, and so Clarke watches as the woman steps forward, a beaker in her hands that she uses to fill Nia's mug before she returns to her place in the shadows.
"How is Echo?" Nia says into the silence, her eyes holding Clarke's for a long moment.
And Clarke feels the tensing of her own muscles, and she knows she feels the prickle of tension that builds somewhere in the corners of her mind.
"Echo is well," Clarke answers easily, gaze steady as she meets Nia's own. But as the words leave her lips she can't help but to feel a worry begin to settle, the days since Echo's departure and her lack of contact a worrying thought.
"She did not travel with us to Polis," Nia continues, eyes moving to the servant briefly.
"No, Kwin Nia," and Clarke lowers the fork for a moment. "I did not think it prudent for an assassin to be in such close proximity to the Commander," and Clarke thinks she sees the smallest of smiles find a place in Nia's gaze.
"There are many things the Commander need not know," Nia answers as she breaks a small loaf of bread with her hands, knife quickly slicing a sliver of meat and cheese. "But it was a wise decision," and Nia smiles more warmly now. "You have done well, Clarke."
"Thanks you," and Clarke worries her mind, and she knows herself unsure of what Nia congratulates her for.
"You do not wish to know what I congratulate you for?" and Nia leans forward easily, a smile on her lips once more.
"I did not wish to be rude, Kwin Nia," Clarke says in answer.
"You are Wanheda," Nia says, "perhaps I would forgive your bluntness," and she pauses as she takes a small bite of the bread. "You are smart," and Nia lifts the corner of her lip slightly as she turns back to her food, words trailing off as she begins to slice into another roasted root.
And so Clarke lets the silence linger for a moment as she too bites into another root, this one orange, its flesh a slight sweetness that mixes with the salts.
"You are smart, Clarke," and Nia looks up once more. "For doing what you have done," and Clarke feels her heart freeze for a moment. "I did not even consider it at first," and Nia shrugs, knife slowly cutting into a large piece of meat. "But you are resourceful," Nia continues, "you have shown yourself to be tactful, cunning, even deceitful," and Nia's eyes linger across her face.
And Nia pauses for a moment, eyes moving to the servant for a brief second before she meets Clarke's gaze once more.
"Tell me, Clarke," and Nia leans forward. "When did you think of doing what you have done? Was it during the siege of the Mountain? Was it in the war meetings with Lexa? Was it after? When you had met with her?"
"I—" and Clarke's mouth feels too dry, too rough to voice more than a choked whimper.
"Is that how you forced my son's release?" and Nia's head tilts to the side as her finger smoothes over the handle of the knife cradled in her hands.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Clarke whispers, and she knows her pulse beats more rapidly now, and she thinks she even feels Teril's presence move closer from behind.
"Do not lie, Clarke," and Nia's eyes flash in the dark of the room. "You have come this far and it would insult your actions to lie now," and Nia eyes the way Clarke's fingers grip the knife tightly.
"I—"
"You thought I would be angry?" and Nia's head tilts to the side as she studies Clarke. "You thought I would be furious?" and Nia's lips smile once more.
"What do you want me to say?" Clarke's words come quiet and pained, and she can't quite feel where Teril stands now, and she knows he must be close enough to intercept an attack, close enough to bleed her before she could even lift an arm.
"It is not your fault."
And Clarke's eyes blink once, twice, uncertainty colouring her thoughts.
"Roan has disappointed me," Nia shrugs, "it is not your fault that he betrayed the throne," and Nia sighs slightly. "You made moves to ensure Azgeda would thrive, it is not your fault that you could not anticipate treachery from him."
And Clarke's eyebrows quirk together for only a moment before she blanks her expression, a realisation dawning on her, her heart still beating furiously in her chest.
"It was smart, Clarke," Nia continues once more, "to fool Lexa," and Nia scoffs. "She talks of weaknesses and strength and love, yet she allows herself to be weakened by a facade," and so Nia leans forward once more, her lips smiling more openly now. "Lexa is a fool to think you care for her."
Clarke can't quite remember the last time her heart has felt so frantic. She can feel the pulse that twitches in her neck, the clamminess to her fingers and the sweat that trickles down her back despite the cool of the season. Her feet take her to the elevator, and she eyes it for a moment, uncertain now of how to call it to her. Her eyes shift from one side of the doors before moving to the other before they land on the lever that hangs down slightly.
"They are fixing it," and Clarke turns to the small voice to find Jani standing not far from her.
"It's broken?" Clarke asks, and she is sure the words worry her lips as she eyes the door that hides the rising of Polis Tower.
"Not broken," and Jani thinks for a moment as she huffs a lock of brown hair from her eyes. "But Heda has them change the ropes often," and Jani turns sheepish for a moment. "She doesn't not wish for someone to fall to their death once more," and Jani scuffs a foot briefly.
"Someone died?" and Clarke turns back to the doors and she eyes them for a long moment.
"Not since before Heda ascended," Jani says with a nodding of her head. "But Heda does not want it to happen again," she finishes.
"Oh," and Clarke can't help but to feel herself slowly settle, her thoughts running less wildly through her mind as Jani continues to eye her cautiously.
"You are Azgeda," Jani says, and Clarke sees the young girl trace the scars over her face.
"I am," Clarke answers, en eyebrow raising as she holds the girl's gaze.
"But you are Skaikru, too," and Clarke can't quite tell if Jani's words are question or statement. But she thinks they might be both, if only because Jani's head tilts to the side, the motion much too familiar.
"I've never really thought of myself as Skaikru," Clarke answers, the realisation dawning on her slowly.
But Jani shrugs once more, "you are like me," she surmises simply. "I do not remember the clan I came from," and she looks up in thought for a moment. "I am a nightblood," she shrugs. "L—"
"Jani," and the girl's eyes widen before she spins around, back straightening as she comes face to face with Lexa who stalks forward carefully. "You should be with Aden and the others," Lexa says as she comes to a stop before the girl.
"Ade—"
"I do not wish to hear your excuse," and Lexa's eyes harden as her words leave her lips. "G—"
"Aden sai—"
"Is Aden the Commander?" and Lexa steps forward once, before coming to a stop just a breath from Jani.
"No, Heda," and Jani looks away, eyes downcast. "I will retu—"
"Wait, Jani," and Clarke sees Lexa's gaze soften just a little as she continues to look down at Jani, eyes not quite meeting Lexa's. "You have been using your knife?" and Lexa peers pointedly at the small knife Clarke now notices tucked into Jani's belt.
"Yes Heda," and Jani's hand comes to rest atop the handle as she worries her lip, eyes searching Lexa's for a long moment.
"Show Wanheda what you have learnt," and Lexa steps back a few paces as a small smile begins to spread across Jani's lips.
And so Jani looks to Clarke for only a moment before she smiles more openly, fingers closing around the hilt of her blade. And then she flicks her wrist up, the knife slipping from the small sheath as it spins in the air for a moment, and Clarke watches as the blade catches the light of a flickering flame and then Jani snatches it from the air, and Clarke lets an eyebrow raise as Jani spins the knife between her fingers before flipping it behind herself with a flick of her wrist before snatching it from over her shoulder once more.
"Very impressive," Clarke says as she watches Jani slip the blade into its place against her hip with a small flourish.
"It is not hard," Jani shrugs.
"Return to Aden, Jani," Lexa quickly cuts in as she jerks her chin towards the exit.
And so Jani smiles ruefully before running off, the dark of her clothing bleeding into the shadows, but Clarke can't help but eye two warriors who peel off from the far walls as they move quickly after Jani, their gazes only once meeting Lexa's before they, too, slip out into the afternoon sun.
"Jani has guards?" Clarke asks into the silence that settles over them.
"All Nightbloods must have guards," Lexa answers, head tilting to the side as she begins to walk down a corridor, her gaze beckoning Clarke to follow.
"And they let Jani go wherever she wants?" Clarke asks as she falls into step besides Lexa.
"They have grown accustomed to her behaviour," and Clarke thinks she sees the quirking of Lexa's lips for a moment. "This way, Clarke," and Lexa pauses at a bend, her hand guiding Clarke down the passageway that she finds leads to a stairwell.
Clarke steps forward, eyes peering up as the stairs begin to twist and turn higher and higher up the tower.
"Just like the Mountain," Clarke says quietly, thoughts turning to the nights when Lexa would meet her on the Mountain's side.
And so the two women begin the long ascent up the stairs.
Clarke can't quite believe how far they've walked, but as they crest the last rise of the steps she knows sweat prickles the small of her back and her thighs protest the struggle and she knows sleep will find her easily tonight. She looks to her right to find Lexa barely breathing as she too comes to a pause at the top of the stairs, her eyes moving up and down the corridor briefly before moving down to the right and towards the two large doors that sit recessed into the wall, two guards ever present on either side.
"How are you not tired," and Clarke wipes a hand over her face as she takes in a large breath.
"I have climbed the stairs many times, Clarke," Lexa replies easily as she nods once to the guards who open the doors for her.
Clarke rolls her eyes slightly at Lexa's words, and she finds herself just a moment unsure if Lexa makes a joke or merely utters a statement. But the thoughts quickly flee from Clarke's mind as she steps through the open doors and comes face to face with what Clarke finds to be Lexa's own quarters.
She finds Lexa's quarters to be similar to her own, a large bed covered in furs rests against the wall to her right, two small couches sit in the centre of the room, a small table between them. Clarke even spots a similar latticework that rings the room, sun dappling through the intricacies of the pattern that is carved and etched into it. Clarke can't help but to eye the one too many candles that dot Lexa's room though, some burn on table tops, some melt into wood, some even hang from the ceiling, chains and delicate metal sconces swaying just barely with the breeze that filters in through what Clarke assumes to be an open balcony hidden behind the latticework.
"I—"
"We need to ta—"
Both women pause in their words as they eye each other for a moment.
"Speak, Cl—"
"—Go"
And Clarke winces at the awkwardness she now feels, this moment for some reason seemingly more personal, more awkward and close than she has experienced with Lexa before.
"Speak, Clarke," Lexa says as she begins to move through her room, her fingers beginning to loosen the coat that seems ever present upon her shoulders.
"Nia thinks I'm using you," Clarke says, eyes following Lexa for a moment. "She thinks this," and Clarke gestures between them awkwardly, "isn't real," and Clarke worries her lips.
But as the words reach Lexa's ears, Clarke sees her freeze, sees her stiffen and tense.
"She knows?" and Lexa snaps her eyes to the door once before her hand comes to rest against the knife strapped to her thigh, fingers worrying the wood of the handle. "Clarke, we must act now," and Clarke watches for only a moment before Lexa begins moving towards the door.
"Wait Lexa," Clarke says as she steps in front of her. "Just hold on a second."
"We can not—"
"Stop," and Clarke puts her hands on Lexa's shoulders firmly, but as Clarke takes in Lexa's widened eyes and the way her gaze shifts continuously to the door, thoughts of the little she knows of Costia move through her mind. "Just hold on for a second, ok?"
Lexa's gaze narrows at her words, but she stills her forward movement long enough for Clarke to push her back further into the room and away from the doors.
"You don't have to worry, Lexa," Clarke continues. "We've got the advantage now," and Clarke lets a small smile lift the corner of her lips.
"You can not be certain," Lexa counters, eyes once more moving to the door before snapping back to Clarke.
"Nia's had enough opportunity to take me out," and Lexa winces at Clarke's words, "but she hasn't, so she has to actually think I'm using you," and Clarke finds herself wincing as the words leave her own lips.
"How does she know," Lexa hisses.
"I don't know," Clarke answers with a shrug, hands falling from Lexa's shoulders cautiously.
Lexa's eyes close for a long moment then, and Clarke watches as she takes in a deep breath before letting it out.
"We should not be seen together," Lexa begins after a moment.
"It's too late for that," Clarke counters. "Nia already knows, maybe other people know, too."
"It is dangerous, Clarke."
"I know," and Clarke looks away for a breath as she considers bringing Costia up, and she thinks Lexa herself thinks of Costia from the way her eyes harden before darkening. "We can use this, Lexa," she says more firmly.
And so Lexa takes a step back, the grip on her knife relaxing as she rolls her shoulders before finding a place on one of the couches in the centre of the room. They fall silent for a moment then, and Clarke finds herself sitting opposite Lexa, and she watches as the brunette's jaw clenches and shifts anxiously for a long moment, her eyes tracing the etchings on the small table between them.
"It was always going to be dangerous," Clarke whispers, hand reaching out tentatively. "Whatever this is," and she gestures between them. "We've never really defined what we have, not even discussed what it is exactly, but I always knew it could be dangerous," she finishes.
"It is dangerous, Clarke," and Lexa looks away briefly.
"Didn't we agree that life was about more than just surviving?" Clarke jokes quietly.
"Perhaps," Lexa responds, and as Clarke continues to eye her, she thinks she feels the tension in Lexa's body begin to lessen, begin to recede ever so slightly.
"We have an advantage now," Clarke continues.
"Nia will want to use you to wound me," Lexa says, eyes now finding Clarke's.
"It won't be like last time," Clarke whispers more quietly now, unsure if she should voice Costia's name. "I'm too important for her to get rid," and she reaches forward and squeezes Lexa's knee briefly, Lexa's worry for her not unnoticed. "We can use this, Lexa, I can get close to her, maybe even get her to tell me what she's planning."
"I do not like it," Lexa says, and Clarke thinks Lexa not quite convinced yet, but for now she finds herself content with the small concession that Lexa offers in the way their eyes meet.
"You were going to say something," Clarke says after a moment, the awkwardness of how this conversation started being recalled.
"It is not important," Lexa answers, "for now we have greater concerns," she finishes as she meets Clarke's eyes.
And so Clarke shrugs once. Clarke leans back then, her eyes taking in Lexa's room, and she can't help but to feel the smile that tugs at the corner of her lips as she gazes at a candle that melts into a brass sconce that hangs and sways from the ceiling.
"Even your room has candles," she says in jest as she tries to lighten the tension that she is sure Lexa tries to hide.
"It does," Lexa says simply, eyes once more staring into the wood of the small table before her.
"How many nightbloods are there?" Clarke asks, curiosity and a wish to lessen the worry she sees on Lexa's face spurring her words forth. "Jani, Aden and others?"
"Yes," and Lexa sighs once more before nodding to herself. "There are seven," and Lexa finally meets Clarke's gaze again. "Aden is the oldest," and Clarke thinks she sees a small pride linger in Lexa's eyes.
"And they're training to become the next Commander if something ever happens to you?" and Clarke tries to ignore the twitching of her mind as thoughts of what could happen float through her mind.
"Yes," and Lexa's voice turns just a moment more cold, more detached. "When I die they will fight in the conclave and only one will be chosen."
"How do they decide who wins?" Clarke asks, but as her question leaves her lips she thinks she recognises what must happen, why Jani is already comfortable with a knife the length of her hand despite her youth. "It's a fight to the death, isn't it?"
"Yes, Clarke," and Lexa meets her gaze. "Only the strong survive. Only the strongest can ascend and take the flame."
"And what is that, exactly?" Clarke asks, Lexa's colourful language somewhat lost on her.
"The Spirit of the Commander," Lexa says simply.
And so Clarke's eyes roll, Lexa's thought clearly elsewhere, but she eyes the tense woman for a moment, and she eyes the way Lexa's hands don't quite relax, her fingers gripping her knees as her jaw clenches as her gaze flitters back and forth, and Clarke assumes Lexa's mind must be moving quickly, must be considering events and actions and plots.
"Stop," Clarke says with a sigh, her words not quite reaching Lexa.
And so Clarke sighs once more before she stands and steps around the couch Lexa sits in. And Clarke finds herself just slightly unsure of her actions, but she knows she sees the tension in Lexa's shoulders, in the stiffness of her neck, and so she reaches out tentatively, fingers brushing Lexa's hair from her shoulders.
And Lexa stiffens even further at the action, Clarke's name falling from her lips, but Clarke ignores it, her fingers slowly gripping Lexa's shoulders before she squeezes slightly, the pressure enough that she feels the coils and knots in Lexa's muscles.
"Everything's going to be ok, Lexa," Clarke whispers as she begins to knead at the knots she finds. And Clarke feels the smile spread more freely as Lexa whimpers quietly, as her shoulders begin to relax and as she leans further into Clarke's touch. "Whatever happens," and Lexa breathes in sharply as Clarke's fingers dig into a muscle on the side of her neck carefully, "we'll be ok."
And Lexa hums a response, and Clarke finds that she can't quite help but to kneel behind Lexa, to lean forward and brush her lips against the back of Lexa's head, her fingers slowing in their ministrations as she brings feather touches against the rushing pulse she feels in the side of Lexa's neck.
"Nia will want to use you somehow, Clarke," Lexa says quietly, her words less tense and frayed now.
"She's wanted to use me forever," Clarke shrugs, her arms slowly coming to wrap themselves around Lexa from behind. "She wanted me to steal the Mountain, and now she wants me to use you," and Clarke thinks she can even feel the eye roll Lexa lets loose.
"It is dangerous, Clarke," Lexa repeats from earlier, but Clarke knows the words not be to a reprimand or a rebuttal of what they share. Not fully at least.
"It was always dangerous," Clarke says with a smile, her words more quiet now as her breath ghosts against Lexa's neck.
"I must share this with Titus," Lexa says tiredly.
"I hope not," Clarke says as she pulls her head away from Lexa's shoulder. "I don't know how I feel about him giving you massages," she jokes.
"That is not what I meant," Lexa says, a hint of exasperation colouring her voice.
"I know," and Clarke smiles into Lexa's shoulder once more. "I was only teasing," and Clarke pretends not to feel the prickling of Lexa's skin and the quickening of her pulse as her lips brush against the side of her neck. "He'll like me less after this news," she finishes.
"What Titus likes is not important," Lexa answers.
"Maybe that's why he's bald," Clarke whispers, lips brushing against Lexa's ear. "Too much worrying."
"I would prefer it, Clarke," and Lexa's voice falters for a moment as Clarke lets her hand begin to wander slowly. "That you not speak of Titus when y—"
"Shhh," and Clarke smiles as she feels Lexa swallow nervously as she places a kiss against the side of Lexa's jaw. "No more talking."
The doors to the elevator open smoothly, and so Clarke steps out, eyes scanning down the hallway only briefly before she begins to move towards the large doors, Torvun ever present by her side as they pass a servant who bows her head. Clarke comes to a stop at the doors, two guards bowing their heads as they pull them open before beckoning her forward. And so Clarke steps through the threshold, eyes quickly finding a place set for her where the others of the Azgeda delegation sit, most other clan's ambassadors and representatives already seated, some yet to arrive.
"Clarke," Kane smiles warmly at her as she passes the Skaikru gathered, and so Clarke smiles back before her gaze meets Lexa's for only a moment before the green eyes shift to a Glowing Forest warrior Clarke recalls from the Mountain's fall.
"Progress continues without trouble, Heda," the woman continues, "with the Mountain able to provide other resources our warriors can concentrate on finishing it before winter has fully returned," she finishes.
"Broadleaf is sending supplies, Heda," a man says in answer, a gruffness to his words that echoes throughout the large room.
"And Trikru," the Trikru ambassador from earlier nods his head. "Once the path is finishes all forest clans will benefit."
"Good," and Lexa shifts her attention to the other clans. "Rock Line will continue to supply Shallow Valley until it is finished," and Lexa pins a woman with an even stare. "You will be reimbursed once the path is completed."
"Yes, Heda," the woman says, only a slight hint of annoyance finding its way into the bowing of her head.
"Heda," and Lexa's head turns to meet the Blue Cliff ambassador who raises a hand. "With the losses we suffered at the Mountain, we have more meats stored than would feed mouths," and Clarke sees him flinch with his words slightly, the good news sullied by the deaths Blue Cliff has suffered. "We would be willing to help Shallow Valley if we are permitted first pick of the crops next season," he finishes.
And so Lexa looks around at those gathered for a moment. "Lake Clan is absent," she says. "So, too is Desert, they forfeit their right to objection. Are there any clans that wish to voice objections?" and as the ambassadors share glances briefly Clarke sees some nod their acceptance of the ruling, other's remaining quiet as they consider the options.
"The Mountain has provided the nearest clans with more food, too, Heda," the Trikru ambassador says before glancing once to the Broadleaf and Glowing Forest delegations. "The forest clans do not object to this ruling."
And so Lexa nods once, eyebrow raising as she meets the gazes of the other Clans once before settling upon Nia's. "Are there any other objections?"
"None, Commander," Nia says easily.
"Good," and Lexa nods to the Blue Cliff ambassador once more.
Clarke's head turns at the sound of the doors opening to see the Desert and Lake Clan delegation enter, chest heaving slightly as they take their places before Lexa.
"Apologies, Heda," a dark skinned woman says, hand swiping at a strand of hair. "We did not realise the elevator had been fixed so quickly," and she bows her head once before settling more comfortably into her chair.
"Now that we are all here," and Lexa's head inclines towards the Skaikru that sit close by the Trikru delegation, "we will discuss what Skaikru can do for the coalition," and Lexa nods her head once as Kane stands, already beginning to introduce the Skaikru with him before gesturing to Raven who carefully empties a bag on the ground full of tech.
The morning meeting flows easily, topics of conversation often switching from Skaikru's abilities, and how they help the coalition, to some clans less familiar with them voicing doubts and concerns over the use of tech, but as Clarke listens she can't help but to feel a slight sense of boredom, the long discussions and her less important role in them not quite giving her mind enough stimulation. She finds herself eyeing Lexa and the way she sits in her throne, the rising sun that streams through the sheer fabric behind her almost swallowing her in a bright glow. But as Clarke tries to catch Lexa's gaze she finds the woman too focused on what Raven says as she once more explains the benefits of radios and solar power to the Desert clan ambassador, his lands an obvious choice to trial the tech.
Clarke watches as Raven smiles once more before holding up a small solar panel, eyes catching Clarke's only briefly as they both recall the small tech Raven had stolen for her. Clarke sees the Desert clan's ambassador's eyes widen as Raven holds the solar panel into a ray of sun, the battery indicator on it beginning to flash briefly as the stronger rays begin to charge it.
"—and now all you have to do is keep it here and then you've got power," Raven finishes with a smile.
Clarke's ears pick up the rapid thumping of feet against stone, and she senses the other guards present who turn to the sounds, even Nia tenses subtly as she hears the noises. Lexa's eyes snap to the door too. And the doors open with a quick snap, and Clarke eyes the breathless guard who doubles over, her breaths coming frantic.
"Forgive the intrusion, Heda," the guard wheezes as she comes to stand, hair clinging to her forehead, and as the guard pauses for just a moment, Clarke thinks she feels Lexa's tension return tenfold, and maybe it's her imagination, but she thinks she hears a quiet chuckle escape Nia's lips. "There has been an attack on Ton DC."
"The Mountain Men," Lexa hisses, her eyes snapping to Nia's for a second before turning to face the Trikru ambassador and Anya who now stands, fist closed around her knife in anger. "How many are dead," Lexa seethes.
"There are many wounded, Heda," the warrior says nervously. "I do not know how many have died," and Clarke senses a but that is soon to come, and she knows Lexa does too from the way she sits forward in her chair. "The prisoner has escaped," the guard finishes.
"This is an outrage," Nia snarls, her finger jabbing towards the Trikru delegation as she stands, eyes angry, lips curling into a snarl. "You let the last of the Mountain Men roam freely in your lands? How were they not seen? How were they not discovered so deep into Trikru territory?"
"They attack Azgeda as much as Trikru," Anya spits as she takes a step forward. "What have you done?" she sneers, eyes only briefly eyeing Teril who steps forward with Nia's movements.
"What have Azgeda done?" and Nia sweeps her hands out. "Azgeda hunts them, Azgeda guards the Mountain, Azgeda guards Skaikru and Azgeda sends its most fierce warriors — Wanheda included — to the capital to show Azgeda commitment to destroying the Mountain Men," and she leans forward. "All Trikru have done is die," Nia says and Anya steps forward once more, fist clenching more tightly around her knife.
"You are equally at fault," Anya says as she jabs her finger towards Nia. "Even Azgeda has failed to stop the Mountain Men from escaping over the border. Trikru does not hold all the blame," she finishes with a snarl.
"Then Azgeda will hunt the Mountain Men," Nia says as she eyes the other members of the Coalition that sit around her. "Azgeda will send its warriors to find the ones responsible," and Nia gestures around her once more as she holds the attention of the other ambassadors. "If Trikru will do nothing but falsely accuse Azgeda of doing nothing, then Azgeda will bleed for the Coalition. Azgeda will hunt the Mountain Men."
"And who will you send, Kwin Nia?" the Rock Line ambassador asks, gaze moving from person to person amongst the Azgeda delegation before settling on Nia once more.
And so Nia smiles before turning to face Clarke.
"Wanheda."