Lexa marches into the tent first and commands the attention of Nyko. She holds the flap open for Clarke and the two warriors carrying Boarno.
Nyko comes rushing in from a separate compartment. He is used to this particular kind of chaos. He doesn't bother to ask questions and begins to gather bandages and other possible things that may be needed.
"I need to cauterize the wound," Clarke orders as the two warriors lay the unconscious Boarno on a table. He passed out on the way to the tent, and his skin is ashen. Clarke quickly checks Boarno's vitals. They're weak, but still there. For how long, Clarke isn't sure. If she can't get the bleeding to stop, he won't make it. It may already be too late.
When no one moves at her order, Clarke looks up to four puzzled expressions. Realizing her mistake, she shakes her head and calls out, "I need to burn the wound closed."
Instantly, Lexa and the healer understand what the blonde is trying to do. Grabbing a short sword, the Commander throws the blade into the tent's small fire. Meanwhile, the healer begins cutting Boarno's pant leg off.
Turning to the two warriors, Lexa instructs them to wait outside until they are called for. She knows they'll be needed when the time comes to hold Boarno down.
As the warriors leave, Lexa observes Clarke and Nyko as the work side by side. Neither one knows the other, but that doesn't keep them from operating fluidly together. Lexa gets lost in watching Clarke as she cares for one of her people. Only moments ago, the Commander could feel the heat from Clarke's anger at the warrior she is now helping. Lexa knew the blonde wanted to kill the man when he was fighting Octavia, but now, she was actively trying to save the man's life. Pride swells in Lexa's chest at the sight before her.
A loud pop comes from the small fire pit, and Lexa notices the red-hot blade. "The blade is ready, Klark," she announces.
Blue eyes meet green. Clarke nods towards Lexa in thanks. "We'll need to hold him down," the blonde healer utters. Lexa already knows this and calls to the two warriors waiting outside. As they come in, she orders them to each take a shoulder and arm. While Nyko positions himself at Boarno's feet. Lexa grips the handle of the short sword and brings it to the table. She stands across from Clarke, and both leaders lock eyes.
Lexa can see the uncertainty in Clarke's blue eyes. Without speaking, Lexa communicates with her eyes. She informs the blonde that she has faith in her and is confident she will succeed.
Clarke lets out a shaky breath. She's never done this before and could easily make things worse than better. She almost wants to ask Lexa to do it, but the coolness and assurance in those green eyes give her the courage to continue.
Smiling softly, Clarke takes the sword from Lexa. With one last deep breath, Clarke unlocks her eyes from the Commanders and focuses down on the injured leg. She and the healer cleaned the wound the best they could, but it's far from perfect. Clarke either needs to seal the wound now or let the man bleed out. The latter is not an option, and Clarke immediately spears the blade into the wound.
Instantaneously, Boarno wakes up and screams out in pain. He instinctively tries to jump away from the scolding hot blade, and both warriors and Nyko struggle to hold the flaying warrior still. Clarke hisses as the red-hot blade jerks and touches her hand next to the wound. She's about to scream for the men to hold him down stronger when Lexa suddenly slams her hand down on Boarno's chest and lays her forearm across his knees.
Boarno's body instantly goes still, and Clarke is stuck stunned by it. At first, she thinks he passed out again, but he's still screaming in pain. Clarke looks up at Lexa and notices the brunettes face is only inches apart from hers. Clarke's heart skips a beat at the closeness and at the color of Lexa's eyes.
They're no longer green, but black. Fear grips Clarke, but before she can jerk away. Boarno passes out, and Lexa jumps back from the table and Clarke. The Commander quickly turns away from the blonde's stare.
Clarke stands frozen in her spot for a second until the smell of burning flesh reaches her nose. Hastily, she draws her attention back to the sword in her hand and instantly removes it from Boarno's skin.
With the warrior passed out again, Nyko resumes his position next to Clarke and begins looking over the sealed-off wound.
Clarke drops the sword to the ground and glances up at Lexa, who's still turned away from her.
"Good," Nyko says, gaining the blonde's attention.
Clarke realizes neither the healer beside her or the two warriors seem fazed by what Lexa just did. So many questions filter through Clarke's mind, but she remains quiet and helps the older healer dress Boarno's wound.
Somewhere between bandaging Boarno's thigh and moving him to a cot. Octavia and Lincoln walk in.
"I told you, I'm fine," Octavia fusses as Lincoln ushers her inside.
He smiles softly down at her but says nothing. Making Octavia huff in annoyance.
Clarke turns as she hears her friend enter and sees Lexa is facing her again, and her eyes are back to being green.
Their eyes lock momentarily before Lexa dismisses the two warriors who helped carry Boarno.
Knowing she won't be getting any answers yet, Clarke addresses Octavia.
"Sit over there, and I'll take a look at you once I've cleaned up," she instructs.
Thirty minutes and eighteen stitches later, Clarke finishes cleaning up Octavia. Fortunately, the shorter brunette stays compliant through the whole thing. Clarke suspects the tall, dark, and handsome warrior who escorted her has something to do with it.
At the moment, the warrior is talking to Lexa in their native tongue, and Octavia is busy staring at the two.
"You're drooling," Clarke states softly, poking the small brunette in the side.
Octavia jumps at the jab. "What?"
Clarke chuckles and shakes her head. And she thinks I'm the one with a crush. If the blonde was honest, she too was enjoying listening to Lexa talk in her native tongue, but she'll never let Octavia know that.
After the brunettes outburst, Lexa and Lincoln stop talking and look over at the two Skaikru girls.
Lincoln smiles at Octavia, seeing she's all cleaned up, and Octavia smiles right back.
Clarke rolls her eyes at the two. "Go on, Jane. You are free to play with Tarzan. Just take it easy with your stitches," she says.
Octavia flips Clarke the bird before slowly sliding off the table. Her body is sore from staying still for so long. "Come on, Tarzan," Octavia grunts as she struts over to the confused looking warrior. Using her good arm, she grabs him at the forearm and begins dragging him to the tent flap. "You can show me how you swing from those tree vines," she states, pulling him.
Clarke can't hold in her laughter at Lincoln's shocked face, and Lexa's shrug of her shoulders as the warrior looks at her in confusion. Poor guy has no idea what he has gotten himself into, Clarke thinks as he disappears from sight.
It's quiet in the healer's tent apart from Clarke's laughter, and Lexa relishes in it. It's the first time she's heard the blonde laugh this open, and it's the most delightful thing she's ever heard. A small smile works its way onto the Commander's face as she listens to the joyful sound.
Gradually, Clarke controls herself and wipes the tears from her eyes. She hasn't laughed like that for a very long time. Glancing up, she catches Lexa looking at her and the small smile on her face. The blonde expects Lexa to hide the smile now that Clarke is looking at her, but the Commander keeps the smile on her face for a few more seconds.
They stare at one another silently until Clarke remembers Lexa's emerald eyes weren't always that color.
"Lexa-," she starts to ask only for Lexa to stop her.
"Let us talk inside my tent. Where it is safe from wondering ears," the Commander states calmly.
Clarke nods then looks over her shoulder at Nyko. "Come and get me if anything changes with him," she says. The older healer nods, and Clarke leaves with Lexa back to her tent.