"Did my mum realize you were following her at any point?" Clarke asked curiously as they strolled through the trees, their hands joined loosely.

Lexa shook her head, helping Clarke step down off a log, in the middle of the night in complete dark there was no way she was going to be making that step on her own without losing her footing.

"I was with her almost the entire way back to her camp, that's why I didn't return until after dark." Lexa answered softly, guiding the two of them along the easiest to navigate trails.

Clarke grinned at her knowingly, "Where you worried about my mom?"

Rolling her eyes, Lexa shook her head, "No, I care little about your irritating mothers continued survival, but I doubt you would be particularly impressed if I allowed her to be eaten before she returned home."

"You're so sweet." Clarke laughed jokingly, "Really, I'll have to tell her next time she visits just how much you care about her."

Lexa smirked, glancing at her out of the corner of her eye, "Next time your mother visits I may have to go on a hunting trip."

Giving her a look of betrayal, Clarke scowled at her, "Don't even joke about that, with you there she'll be too scared to try and bully me into going back to Arkadia, do you really want me to get kidnapped Lexa? Is that what you want?"

"She's your mother, not me." Lexa laughed, unaffected by the glares she could feel Clarke still sending her way, "But don't worry I'll be close by, I may however fall asleep."

"That still counts as abandoning me." Clarke groaned as Lexa grinned and shook her head.

"No it doesn't, if anyone tried to carry you off I will save you, but I'm not prepared to spend the whole day wishing I could speak just so I could tell your mother she sounds like an idiot."

"So the playing nice last night? The two of you seemed to be getting along just fine." Clarke asked her, sounding as though she was trying to fight back laughter.

Lexa shrugged her shoulders lightly, "It was part of my job to pretend to like people. And your mother has always irritated me in her treatment of you."

Looking up at her in interest, Clarke sat down as Lexa indicated towards a sideways log long enough for the both of them beside a small pond with narrow shafts of moonlight cutting through and reflecting off the water.

"How so?"

Leaning forwards and resting her elbows on her knees, Lexa considered carefully what she was going to say, "You were sent from the sky to check if the ground could be lived on, that could have proved to be a death sentence for you. Once you were down here, you took charge of your people and led them in completely new circumstances. You are their rightful leader by any test that matters. And yet, because of such a trivial matter, the years you have been alive, you do not get the respect you deserve and are fully entitled to."

Clarke looked like she was about to interrupt but Lexa help up a hand, indicating that she should let her finish.

"But what I truly don't understand, is that even with this. When the hard decisions must be made, time and again, you're the one who is making them. It is so much responsibility for a single person, that to shoulder it you must have the confidence of your people or everything will fall around you. But still they tear everything you're building apart because they have no belief or trust. Am I wrong?" Lexa asked her seriously, finally looking back up at Clarke.

Sighing, Clarke just shook her head, "No you're not, it's just as infuriating to me as well. If they had all just listened, then maybe the last couple of months would have been very different."

"That's a dangerous think to do." Lexa smiled softly.

"What is?" Clarke asked curiously.

"Saying maybe." Lexa replied to her, "There are countless possibilities for what could have happened, if you start thinking of them then they may just drive you mad."

There was a long silence, as each of them ignored Lexa's words completely and thought back to the events leading up to her death.

Eventually Clarke broke the silence herself, looking up between the trees at the moon shining in the sky above them.

"You're like a werewolf, but wrong, so like a really confused werewolf." She mused to herself, as Lexa just stared at her, her face a picture of confusion.

Clarke gaped at her when she noticed the look on her face, "Come on seriously? I saw how many books you had in your room alone, how have you never read about werewolves?"

Lexa frowned at her, "Clarke I was just a little bit busy being responsible for the lives of hundreds of thousands of people. Will you just tell me what you're talking about?"

Bobbing her head up and down, Clarke grinned at her, "Ok so a werewolf if someone who changes between a wolf and a human like you, but they do it on the full moon at night."

Lexa just looked unamused as she continued to stare at her, watching Clarke shift uncomfortably until she noticed the way Lexa's eyes were sparkling and punched her in the arm.

"You're so annoying," She groaned, "I bet you knew what I was talking about all along."

Smirking, Lexa just stayed quiet, glancing down at her arm where Clarke had punched her, "If you are so insistent on living in the middle of the woods and never going back to Arkadia then we're going to have to train you, because that was pathetic."

Clarke glared at her, "Seriously, it wasn't as though I was trying to hurt you, you can't judge me by that."

Lexa laughed at her, standing up and holding out her hand for Clarke to take so they could start heading back, "Regardless of the aim behind you hitting me, I still should have felt something."

Grunting at her miserably, Clarke just followed after Lexa, unable to keep up the sulking pretence as her lips twisted into a smile as they walked.