Clarke takes Lexa's name to heart even though she was in a cell as soon as their eyes meet there is a warmth in the injured girl's eyes and Clarke felt like it was pulling her to be close to Lexa.
Shaking her head to break the spell and she blinks noticing Lexa doing the same like she was shaken out of a haze.
For a split second, she sends a glare towards her before whispering.
"What did you do?"
Confused at the sudden hostility she puts her hand up in surrender.
"I haven't done anything, but I can help you with your arm."
Clarke looks down at Lexa's arm which she had defensively clutched to her chest.
Lexa blinks like she remembers what she was here for.
"Are you a healer?"
Clarke smiles
"Yes, I can help you with my unique skill."
She knows she shouldn't just use her ability so easily but something was telling her to get closer to Lexa,
Touch.
Help.
Protect.
A connection was there that she didn't understand but it was comforting.
Lexa stares into her eyes trying to read her and Clarke met her stare it felt like a test that she had to pass.
Lexa breaks her gaze away from her and shakes her head as she broke out of a trance.
"What is this skill you speak of?"
"It would be easier to show you."
Lexa meets her eyes slowly analyzing her.
"How?"
"Well, I would have to touch where you're injured if that's ok?"
Lexa pauses looking down at her bloody arm and looking back at her contemplating.
"You need to touch me for your skill to work?"
"yes, it won't hurt at all."
Lexa glances at her then nod and offers her arm to Clarke who stands to get close to her. Her chains seem like a distant memory as she approaches.
Clarke kneels in front of Lexa lightly touching the injured arm feels a shock go through her. It's not the pain of her arm getting the same injury as Lexa that shocked her, it was the feeling of having something missing in her life and having found exactly what she was looking for.
She looked into Lexa's green eyes she seemed to have been affected as well. Green eyes as they watched darkened, but then Lexa looks down amazed as her wound had dissipated
Clarke then flinches back as the same wound that Lexa had bled on her arm. It is a long gash that went from her elbow down to her forearm. It was painful but not enough to hinder her.
She feels Lexa gently lifting her arm to study it.
"How is this possible?"
Clarke feels the warmth from her touch as she compares both of their arms to makes sure it was real.
"I don't know but it will heal on its own."
Lexa stops studying her arm and looks into Clarke's eyes with a conflicted expression.
"If you can take the pain of others who will be able to take yours away?"
Clarke pauses while gazing into her eyes at the question knowing she couldn't have a good answer.
Suddenly the cell gates open and the man from before steps in.
He quickly says something to Lexa in another language and unlocks Lexa's cuffs.
Clark watches confused as Lexa is taken from the cell.
But before Lexa leaves Clarke the brunette meets her eyes with an expression filled with regret.