On the way back to Lexa's tent, Clarke tries to wrap her head around all the questions she has for Lexa, but only one comes out when she steps inside.
"What happened to you back there?" She asks as soon as the tent flap shuts.
Lexa calmly walks over to the table with her back towards Clarke. "That was Heda's spirit," she says.
"Heda's spirit?" Clarke questions.
Rotating to face the blonde, Lexa slightly nods her head.
"Lexa, I don't know what that means," states Clarke blankly.
The Commander's lips twitch at the young leader's statement. She likes that Clarke challenges her. Since Lexa became the Heda, no one really questions her. Anya, Gustus, and Indra help guide her, but if she gave them an order, they would follow. Lexa doubts Clarke would if it went against her beliefs.
Taking in a slow breath. Lexa replies, "To understand, you must know my people's history and how the spirit came to be." She pauses for only a moment in order to receive Clarke's nod of acceptance. "After the bombs stilled. Those that survived formed klans and started to rebuild. Trikru was one of those klans. I'll tell you more about the others later."
"Thank you," Clarke says, then quietly goes back to listening.
"Fights began breaking out between klans, until a full out war started between Trikru and Yujleda. It was during this war a woman showed up. She fought with a power no one saw before. She had the strength of a mountain and eyes black as a moonless night. She slaughtered anyone who opposed her, and it did not take long for the people to start worshiping her. She became Pramheda and began forming alliances between klans. During this time, she asked the people if anyone had the mark of Heda."
Turning around, Lexa swipes her partly braided hair to the side of her neck. Stepping forward, Clarke gazes down at the back of Lexa's neck. Stretching sideways across the base of the brunette's neck was a brown oval shape birthmark. At first, Clarke's confused by what she's looking at, but then the realization hits her. Lexa said it was the mark of Heda.
Baffled, Clarke comments, "Lexa, I don't understand. That's just a birthmark."
Pushing her hair back, Lexa rotates and explains. "It is the birthmark of Heda. It is a symbol that I was chosen to become Heda. Since my birth, I have been trained and taught to lead my people."
Clarke stares at her in bewilderment, "Lexa, your birthmark is just an overgrowth of cells. It doesn't mean anything. I have one too."
This time it's Lexa who looks at Clarke in bewilderment. "You have a Heda mark? Kan, I see it?" She asks eagerly.
"Uh..." Clarke stutters awkwardly. Her face burning bright from embarrassment.
"What's wrong?" Lexa asks, concerned.
"Nothing," Clarke immediately replies. "It's just... It's just that my birthmark is on my ass," She says rapidly, looking away from Lexa.
"Oh," is all the Commander can say.
Both leaders fall silent, thinking about two entirely different things.
Lexa is pleased to learn that Clarke has a mark like herself. It helps explain why she is drawn to the blonde and why Clarke is a natural leader.
Clarke, however, is thinking about Lexa seeing her ass. Aroused and slightly terrified are her two main emotions.
Shaking out of her thoughts, Clarke clears her throat. "Lexa, what does your birthmark have to do with the spirit?"
The Commander focuses her attention back on Clarke, and the blonde feels her cheeks growing warm again.
"The mark symbolizes that the person who has it can possess the Heda spirit," Lexa answers.
Clarke stares at Lexa for a moment. She's not sure if she fully believes Lexa about the Heda mark, but she does know that Lexa showed something inhuman in the healer's tent. "How did you get the Heda spirit?" she asks.
Lexa breaks eye contact with Clarke and turns back to the table. How her people decided who would receive the Heda spirit was something the Commander hoped she could change during her time as Heda. Steeling herself from the emotion, Lexa turns back to Clarke.
"When someone is born with the Heda mark, they are brought to the Kapital, where they are trained by warriors and the Fleimkepa. When the Heda dies, those with the mark battle in the Conclave. Whoever is the last one standing becomes the Heda and possesses the Heda spirit."
Lexa pauses for a few moments letting her words sink into the blonde.
"How old were you when you became Heda?" Clarke asks.
"I was twelve winters," Lexa replies.
Blue eyes gaze back at the Commander in shock. Clarke tries to picture a twelve-year-old Lexa in front of her. "How old are you now?"
The brunette stands taller when she answers the blonde. "I am twenty winters."
Clarke slowly nods her head. "Why do the villagers not know English, but the warriors do."
Lexa's fascinated with Clarke's eagerness to learn.
"Every klan has their own language, but all warriors must learn Gonasleng. Pramheda made it a law, so if any klans needed to battle together, they could fight as one. It marked the start of the Coalition."
"What's the Coalition?" Clarke asks.
Stepping forward, Lexa draws closer to the young leader. "Klark, I will tell you all about the twelve klans in the Coalition, but let's discuss it after we have filled our bellies."
Unexpectedly after the Commander's comment, Clarke's stomach grumbles out loudly. Covering her mid-section, the blonde huffs out a grunt at her body's betrayal.
Lexa's lips twitch, and suddenly, Clarke isn't as upset with her stomach anymore.
Taking a break for food doesn't sound like a bad plan to Clarke, and she nods accordingly before following the Commander out of her tent.