After calming down and fixing her hair, they sat across from each other in Lexa's borrowed home. While Lexa sat erect, hands in lap, ever the stoic figure, Clarke hunched forward, hands clasped together, arms resting on the smooth wooden table.

"Okay, so explain to me what happened that first day, before the day started repeating." Lexa gave her a questioning look. "Maybe there's a clue as to what's keeping you here."

She nodded. "We were convening in that meeting you wanted...want...you didn't get your way," Clarke made her grumpy face at that, "and went off into the woods-"

"And a pauna attacked me."

"No, Quint did." She half smirked. "Then the pauna moments after."

"I knew there was a reason I didn't like him," growled Clarke, banging on the table. "How the hell did we survive?"

"You found what at first appeared to be a safe haven...but that turned out to be-"

"The pauna's den."

"How did you know?" Lexa enquired, hopeful that Clarke was starting to remember.

"Give me some credit, Lexa. I can read between the lines." Confused by these sayings, Lexa just stared at her. "You were saying?" Clarke said with a slight wave of her hand.

Lexa dipped her head and continued the narration. "Wes was killed shortly after we made our way into the den. After fighting the beast off, we barricaded ourselves in its cage and you tended to my shoulder." Clarke's turn to look puzzled. "It was dislocated. We briefly discussed how our commanders were chosen-"

"Reincarnation."

"Yes." Lexa's eyes snapped to Clarke's. "Wait, how did you know that as well?"

Clarke leaned back in her seat, furrowing her brow. "I don't know...it just came to me."

They stared at each other for a bit, both wondering if there was any significance to this.

"And then what happened?" said Clarke, getting back on track.

"The pauna found us. We barely managed to evade and secure it within its own cage. We rested a short distance away. In the morning we headed back to Tondc."

"And that's it?" said Clarke, doubtfully. "That's everything?"

"I went to sleep thinking about-" she caught herself just in time and glanced away, "the previous days events. When I awoke, it was to find myself in this nightmarish reality."

Clarke was contemplative for awhile. Lexa took the opportunity to drink in her features without fear of reproach. More often than not she found herself thinking about that look Clarke had given her earlier that day and what that was all about. And with those thoughts, Clarke's lips became the only object of import. So it was that Clarke had to snap her out of it.

"Earth to Lexa," Clarke said, waving a hand in front of her face.

She blinked her hooded eyes a few times before looking up. If Clarke had noticed where her attention was directed to, she wasn't letting on.

"So, this reincarnation thing, how does that work?"

"When I die my spirit chooses the next commander."

Or at least that's what's supposed to happen.

"Does everyone undergo reincarnation or just the commander?"

"Everyone...but the others are not aware of a change."

Clarke looked like she bit back a snark comment. "But you were?"

Lexa nodded.

"So what makes your spirit, the commanders spirit, so special? Why were you aware when no one else was?"

"Most of them are babes," she replied with a smirk. Clarke rolled her eyes. Lexa became more serious. "The commanders spirit is more vital, stronger than the others. Only a babe, or simpleton would not be aware of the change. And our spirits are too wise to choose such a person."

Again, her companion was contemplative, this time much more briefly.

She caught Lexa's eye. "Do you think you can remember this time loop because of your spirit?"

"It never occurred to me before, but yes, I believe you must be correct, Clarke."

"Great. Now we just need to figure out how to put an end to this day."

Just then there was a rap on the tin door. "Heda?" called Wes. "May I come in?"

"Yes."

Wes pushed the door open and came over to her side. He glanced at Clarke and Lexa said, "Speak."

"The other clan leaders are wondering when we will reconvene our discussions. Quint especially."

Lexa and Clarke shared a look. "Now. We will reconvene now. Make it be known."

Once he was gone, "What are you going to do about Quint?"

"Nothing," said Lexa. Slyly, "I'm sure you can handle yourself better than you did with the pauna."

Clarke scowled at her and then they left together, Lexa far from enthused about standing through this fruitless meeting for the third time.

As the discussions progressed however, Clarke became more and more antagonistic to Quint, to the point where they were nearly butting heads. It was even more volatile than previous encounters. Byrne was dead so no sky person was there to break it up. After Clarke being so flustering, Lexa didn't feel like intervening either. She watched with a mixture of amusement and anticipation of what was to come.

"Have I done something to offend you?!"

"You burned my brother alive!" roared Quint, pounding the table.

"He shouldn't have attacked my ship!" shouted Clarke, head to head with the menacing looking warrior. "He shouldn't have let a girl beat him! He shouldn't have been so weak!"

"You dare to mock him?!" snarled Quint, grabbing her tightly by the arms, making her wince. "I will see you suffer as he did!"

"Em pleni!" ordered Lexa. Quint looked at her wide eyed, realizing too late his mistake. She cocked her head to Wes and two other leaders. "Sis em op."

Quint looked like he might fight them but then the moment passed and they led the man out of the conference, to be chained up in the same room Marcus and Jaha had been kept in while she pretended to be a slave. With any luck he would be out of the way for the rest of day without having to have a standoff with Harmin again.

Once the meeting was concluded, Lexa was more or less free to do as she desired. And she desired to get out of this time loop. So she got to talking with Clarke again, this time enjoying the view overlooking a pristine lake. They were semi reclining on a flat, warm rock. A multitude of birds were chattering nearby. All and all it was peaceful. For the first time in days, Lexa was content.

Clarke made her figuratively relive all the days for her, ever expectant to find a clue as to what to do. After hours of discussion, they were no closer to figuring this dilemma out than when they started. Lexa was beginning to wonder if she would ever locate the solution; assuming there even was one. If she could stay with Clarke like this forever, she almost wouldn't have cared.

Clarke bit her lip and Lexa couldn't help but stare. "Okay well, I don't know what to say, Lexa. I don't know how to help you. I guess you'll just need to try doing something different every day and hope for the best."

"You can help me, Clarke, by providing aid in my future endeavours. In which case I need you to believe me right away and not go running off into the woods." Lexa's eyes sparkled. "I'd rather not deal with another pauna if I don't have to."

"I said I was sorry," she murmured adorably.

Lexa looked at her pointedly. "What can you share with me about yourself that will guarantee this?"

"I don't know..."

"Think, Clarke, there must be something close to your heart that will leave no question in your mind."

As she gave Clarke time to think, she looked out over the lake, watching as the occasional ripple broke the surface. The idea of fish made her realize that she hadn't eaten anything today and was pretty hungry. She glanced back to Clarke, enjoying the look of intense concentration on her face.

The girls features softened as she caught Lexa's eye. "Okay, I think I've got it." Lexa looked down, indicating that she should continue. "Here's looking at you, kid." Lexa blinked in confusion. "It's something my father used to say to me all the time."

"What is a 'kid'?"

"Technically a child, but in this case it refers to a woman. It's a term of endearment."

Beyond the obvious, that someone was looking at a woman, she still didn't understand what it was supposed to mean but didn't want to appear more clueless to Clarke than she already did and simply nodded.

"We should probably head back," she said, pushing herself to her feet. "Your people will wonder where you've gotten off to."

On their way to Tondc, with Wes in the lead, Lexa said, "Forgive me for this morning, Clarke. I'm sorry for making you so uncomfortable."

Clarke looked at her and gave her a small smile. "It's okay, Lexa. I get that you're going through a lot and it's making you a little crazy. I probably would've already streaked through the village just for the hell of it."

"Streaked?"

"It means running completely naked."

The thought of Clarke naked and running made Lexa stumble on the root ahead of her. She just barely maintained her balance and tried to continue on in a dignified manner, hoping Clarke hadn't noticed her mishap. Once again, if she had, she wasn't letting on.

I'm actually kinda surprised none of the 100 ever streaked during their party phase.