Sometimes she storms into his tent in the early morning, two spears in hand.
- I'm going hunting. You're coming ?
He doesn't need any subtitle.
(She asks to be polite, they both know he's coming.)
Everybody in Camp Jaha is still sleeping, but the guards on shift, when they cross the gate. He's carrying blankets in his backpack, she's got a first-aid kit in hers. They'd leave with nothing but the clothes they're wearing if they could.
(No rifles. That was the Grounder's only condition to open their hunting territory to them.)
They spend the day running the woods in silence. They aren't here to talk. Clarke needs to focus on something, to keep Finn and the way he died, far away from her head. To drain herself enough to maybe sleep deep and well through the next night. Maybe. He isn't sure why he's here, why she asked him to come with her. He knows there is a reason, he just doesn't know what it is. Nobody is allowed to leave camp alone but they've never been ones to follow the rules. She never talks during their hunting sessions so it isn't to confide in him either.
(Sometime he smiles, when he's wondering like that, because he can almost see his little sister rolling her eyes. « It never occured to you that she may just enjoy your company, did it ? »)
He has his own reasons for following her into the forest. Like how he watches her sleep at the Medical Bay's door. His life is a permanent shift since Spacewalker's death.
(Even on the Ark, back when he used to wear the uniform, he never felt as much of a guard as he does now, while he's watching over the Princess.)
The hunting session often turns to the endurance race. They've started running and none of them makes a move to take a break or even slow down. So they just keep running, not even bothering to track their prey anymoreif they had found one. They run for no reason, two silhouettes carrying spears passing between the trees. The leaves and twigs are cracking under their steps, they're breathing heavily. They're not racing each other nor trying to go any faster. They run until their bodies deny them the chance to take another step.
At nightfall they head back to camp, just walking. Somewhere along the way home they get hungry and stop near a stream. Their hunting sessions don't allow them to bring big catches to feed the whole camp. So they just start a fire and roast the rabbits or squirels they've take during the day.
They often stay after that and watch the stars while the flames are dying. Bellamy takes out a blanket that they share, still quiet. He can feel Clarke's body next to his, against his arm, and he likes this way of watching her without actually looking at her.
They usually spend the rest of the way back racing each other for good.
(They always arrive along with each other.)
(Sometimes they stay near the fire so long that Clarke's body becomes heavy against his. These nights he walks gently back to camp, careful not to wake her up. The hunting ends when he drops her on her bed in the med bay. Abby takes over from here and sends him to his own bed, not without a thankful nod.)
