Once I catch my breath, I head out of my tent with the intention of catching up to Clarke to tell her she was being unreasonable... wasn't she?

She knows as well as me that our army would collapse without our leadership. Telling them we knew about the bomb would only harm us and our plan to free the people in mount Weather.

I look around, but cannot find her. So I find Chedoux and he informs me that the troops are almost all camped and that they will have a place to rest until the signal. That is good to hear.

I then head towards the fire cooking the meat of a dear some warriors were preparing. I can't sit down the conversation with Clarke always coming back to mind.

I was agitated, walking back and forth in front of the camp fire thinking about the way I stumbled like a fool backing away from Clarke.

I can clearly see the trail of disturbed ground as I keep walking in circles.

Then I look around me. Clarke is sitting on a bench staring at me doing my weird walk.

'Are you stressed out about something in particular Lexa?... I'm sure Bellamy is making progress in mount Weather.' She offers.

'No... it's not that.' I look at her sheepishly. 'I did not mean to anger you earlier.' She smiles at me and suddenly everything is fine. 'Would you like to go hunting or eat?' Then I go towards her and squat down so our eyes meet. 'We can do whatever you want Clarke.' I say placing my hand on her thigh.

She then places her hand on mine and takes it as she gets up.

'A walk sounds nice.' She says playfully looking at the patch of ground I had dug with my nervous walking.

I smirk. 'I will warn my guard to escort us.'

She catches my hand before I can move away and says 'No, I'd rather forget about being at war for a moment.'

'You don't exactly repel danger Clarke, remember the beast?'

'I'll be careful I promise and that was as much my luck as yours.'

True I was not very lucky, 'Fine then... shall we?'

We start walking not talking, but simply enjoying not being alert in each others presence.

Then we see this curious creature, it's a rabbit with three long ears and multiple tails spread on his spine. Somehow it's really cute.

'Lexa can we follow it?' Clarke asks happily.

She is so gorgeous in that moment. Her smile is contagious and I have trouble containing mine after that request. I nod and we continue walking together following the weird little fury creature. It disappears behind a blind hill so we accelerate the pace not wanting to lose sight of it. We were very surprised to see hundreds of wild rabbits staring at us sometimes with six or seven eyes per animal. I'm feeling very observed all of a sudden. Clarke burst out laughing and I see the rabbit we were following squeak (or something) to the others...

So Clarke and I are now running away from a stampede of mutant bunnies who want blood. I can't help joining Clarke's laughter. This is ridiculous.

Clarke stops running suddenly and points up. 'We can hide in the trees until they calm their furry little selves.' and she starts climbing.

I follow her up and a leaping rabbit barely missed my foot with one of its head and fell heads first. It got up from the ground and shook its heads knocking himself out. This whole picture was too much; I couldn't help the laughter that came. Clarke is up a few branches and laughs with me.

I join her in just a few leaps, not trying to show off or anything.

'This is one of the cutest threats to my life since I got to earth.' She says still beaming.

'One of them... You were attacked by cuter things than fluffy bunnies?'

We both laugh. She puts her hand on my knee and looks out in the forest. 'Take it as a compliment' and continues to laugh.

The gang of rabbits leaves after fifteen minutes or so, probably because they were tired of being laughed at or to go terrorize other rabbits by stealing their lunch carrots.

'You know... I haven't laughed like that since my father was flotted. It's really nice... Thank you Lexa.'

As she starts to move towards me on the branch I guess to get down, I hand her my dagger. 'You are one of the Sky people, but you have your place in the trees...' with me I add in my head.

She takes the dagger still looking confused.

'Put your name on this tree to make your place permanent.' I say and she cocks her head sideways and flashes me that smile that makes it hard to breathe. Calm down Lexa! Take a deep breath.

'It is tradition to mark trees with our names it gives meaning to our bond with the trees. We are as much alive as they are. The marks that cover us make us who we are. Carving our name in the tree has its importance. '

'It's like a tattoo.' Her smile tells me she understands it is my way of accepting her into my culture.

'Similar in many ways I guess, it just gives us a place we can call our own and the trees are our refuge.'

She turns towards the trunk and starts carving.

After a few minutes of work she turns to me and smiles. I really want to see so I lean closer to her on the branch to look over her shoulder.

Clarke

Lexa

was written on the tree.

'We have our place here' she whispers looking back at the carving and then at me.

I nod not knowing how to respond to this gesture. Her face is so close to mine. Her eyes locked on mine, I feel the need to touch her. My gaze leaves the stare and falls to her perfect lips.

'You do.' I barely breathe out.