No one except the guards were awake, and Clarke was able to reach her room without being seen. Her heart still pounded, and her thoughts whirled too quickly for her to catch one. So much happened, and the only good that came of it was that she finally had a night of unbroken sleep.

The sky was lighter than when she woke, but it was still far too early for anyone to be up. She checked the wardrobe and found a few more sets of clothing, all black. The shirts were gray, blue, or green. Clarke didn't feel like bathing, but she wanted to change out of the clothes she slept in, and took a gray shirt and a black cloth pants from the wardrobe. She was still getting used to the way clothes fastened, and had more trouble with the bindings for her breasts than the pants.

When she finished changing, Clarke made sure to transfer the A.I. chip and the small sketch book Roan gave her to her new outfit. She made a mental note to search the market for additional drawing materials, and that sent her to the saddlebags resting on one of Lexa's trunks. She got the pouch of coins Roan gave her from it and opened it to see how much it held. The coins were small and oddly shaped, but there were a lot of them. Clarke took them, too.

When she went to the main room, Roan was sitting at the table reading dispatches. "I did not expect to see you so early," he smirked at her. "Did you have a pleasant evening?"

Clarke wasn't sure how to answer him. Part of it was ok and the rest was terrible except for the uninterrupted sleep. "Yes. You?"

"Not nearly as nice as yours, since I slept alone in my bed. Whose bed did you warm, Clarke?"

"That's really none of your business."

"It is, since you are my ambassador."

"You already know, so quit being a jerk."

"I don't know," he answered. "Last I saw you, you and Heda were speaking near Skaikru tables."

"Then trust me, Roan. I didn't spend the evening with anyone you don't approve of. I didn't talk about Azgeda or Skaikru. You got me out of jail, you're keeping Titus at bay, and I won't do anything to betray your trust."

"I will find out."

"It will cost someone their tongue if you do."

He smiled at that, thinking that Clarke was adopting their ways.

She pulled out the pouch and put it on the table. "How much money is this?"

"Money?"

"What's the value of the coins?"

"One coin will buy a snack in the market. Three coins, a meal. Ten coins a bottle of passably good wine. Clothing costs 15 or more coins for each piece, depending on the materials and workmanship."

"How much is in here?"

"Five hundred coins. Do you need more?"

"I'd like to give some to Skaikru. They came to us with only a few weapons that haven't been returned and the clothes they wore."

"Heda provides clothing and food."

"I know. But they have nothing to barter. The easiest place for them to start learning about your ways is at the market."

Roan nodded. "I will make sure they have some coin and trade items. They did well at the feast last night. They retired early and no one had to be carried out."

"Good."

"Should I order breakfast?"

"No, I'm having breakfast with my mom." Clarke finally sat down. She poured a mug of water and started reading the reports on her side of the table. Again, there was nothing out of the ordinary, and when she finished, she looked at Roan. "Anything I should do today?"

"Train. Be available for Heda. We will dine with two of our longtime allies tonight."

"Ok. Thanks for taking care of Skaikru."

"Pro, Clarke. I will see you at supper."

Clarke nodded and left him. In the hall, she asked the guard who came to follow her to take her to Skaikru, and then to her mother.

Skaikru was two flights up, so they climbed the stairs. The corridor was lined with doors and she had no idea where to find Miller. She turned to the guard. "Do you have any idea who's in what room?"

She pointed at a sheet of paper tacked to the wall. The writing was messy but legible, and she finally saw Miller's name and noted his room number. She headed down the hall, and finally reached his room. "Please wait here," she told the guard, and knocked on the door.

Miller's boyfriend, Bryan, opened it soon after. "Hey, Clarke."

"Hi, Bryan. Is Nathan here?"

"Yeah, c'mon in."

"Morning, Clarke."

"Hey, Miller, I just came to check in with you."

"We're all good. We left before the party got too rowdy last night."

"Good. Someone will bring some coins and some stuff for you guys to trade at the market, so divvy it up. The only thing I'll say is that no one should go alone until we're sure that there won't be problems."

"Got it. I picked Harper and Monroe for my backups."

"They both have good heads on their shoulders."

"Yeah, and long fuses."

"Need anything?"

"Nah, I think we're set."

"I'm busy for the rest of today, but I'll try to see you tomorrow. Send a guard if you need me."

"Ok. See you later."

"Have a good day, guys," Clarke said, and left their room.

The guard led her to the lift and rang the bell. The lift arrived after a few minutes, and took them up to the 10th floor. The guard led her to a room. Clarke knocked, waited, and knocked again before Marcus opened the door. "Good morning, Clarke."

"Hey. Is Mom up?"

"She is."

Clarke turned to the guard. "I'm sorry if this isn't your job, but can you get breakfast delivered?"

"Sha, Wanheda."

"Mochof."

Clarke entered the suite while the guard left.

"Did you enjoy the feast?" Clarke asked.

"It was interesting. The food was wonderful."

"Yeah, they know how to throw a party."

Abby came out from the back. "Good morning, Clarke."

"Hi, Mom. My guard's getting us some breakfast."

"Good. I hope you're going to tell us some of the long stories you keep mentioning."

"Some of them." Clarke gestured toward the table and they all sat. She pulled the sketch book out and jotted, "The walls have ears."

Marcus and Abby nodded.

"Do you have any idea what happened to Jaha? Who all was with him?"

"He disappeared while we were rounding up people to get out of there," Marcus said.

"He got a lot of people, but whatever that chip does to them, it's not good," Abby added.

"I didn't see Raven or Wick."

"He got to Raven. She said she didn't have any more pain, Clarke."

"How is that possible?"

"I don't know, and he did his best to keep me from checking any of the people who swallowed a chip or seeing the chip itself."

"Why did he come back? What's he looking for?"

"I don't know," Marcus answered. "I honestly wonder whether he's delusional. He was always talking to nothing."

"He forgot Wells," Abby added.

Clarke closed her eyes for a moment and sighed. She missed Wells. They made up just before Charlotte killed him. "I miss him."

"I know, honey."

"Why was Monty with Pike's people?"

"His mother was there. He didn't want to leave her. I saw Octavia and Indra with Lincoln at Lexa's service."

"She's really mad at me. She thinks I chose Lexa over you guys."

"What happened?" Marcus asked softly.

Clarke looked down and shook her head. Her mother got up and hugged her. "She cared about you," Abby admitted. Clarke nodded and fought tears. Ste yuj.

Clarke's palm began to itch and she tried to ignore it. "I need to talk to both of you someplace safe," she said softly.