When they finished with the reports, Ontari went to Clarke's bed. Clarke went to check on Raven and found her sleeping soundly, then went to her room. Ontari had removed her boots and turned the furs down. She sat on the bed with her back to Clarke.

"You all right?" Clarke asked cautiously.

Ontari nodded but didn't speak. Clarke sat down and removed her boots and stood to remove her pants before blowing out the candles and getting into bed. Ontari got into bed, too, but kept her back to Clarke. She sniffed occasionally, and Clarke gentled her tone before asking, "What's wrong."

"Nothing is wrong."

"I know I can't be what you want, Ontari, but I'm your friend. You don't have a cold, so there's no reason for you to be sniffing unless you were crying. It's OK if you were. We're going through all kinds of crazy stuff. Titus may tell you it's weak, but I won't."

"I have not had a friend other than Roan."

"You have one now." Clarke turned toward her and put her hand on Ontari's shoulder.

"Yes, but you will leave."

"And I'll return. I have a job here."

"Will you? Even if you get Heda Leksa back, will you return to Polis? What do you think will happen if the old heda and the new are together in the city?"

"I don't know."

"The citizens will insist that she issue the challenge."

"But you're heda. She'll just be Lexa." Clarke paused. "When she's done with Titus, I'm sure she can help you. Why can't she be the Fleimkepa? Fair is too young."

"You speak as if her return is a certainty."

"That's what she says, Ontari. You hear her."

"Sha." Ontari sounded tired and defeated.

"I'm sorry this is happening to you. I wish there was another way."

"Klark, if you cannot resurrect Lexa, what will you do?"

"I have a job here," Clarke repeated.

"So you will not leave forever."

"No."

"Reshop, Klark," Ontari said after nearly a minute of silence.

"Reshop, Heda," Clarke answered, and turned over again. After another minute, she felt Ontari's arm cross her body. Clarke was asleep soon after.

100 – 100 – 100

Ontari was gone when Clarke got up to go to training. She moved the night's messages off the table in case Raven was up when she got back.

Alba split her training between weapons and other skills. Clarke's balance was improving, and her footsteps were becoming quieter. She continued to spend a fair portion of her weapons training looking up at the sky, but could tell that she was still improving.

When Clarke got back to her suite, Abby and Ontari were there. "I'll get cleaned up and be right back," she told them.

When she came back to the meeting area, Marcus was there, but her mother wasn't. She looked at Ontari.

"Your nomon is checking on Raven. Breakfast will be here soon."

"What's the agenda for today?" Marcus asked.

"We need to get Raven set up in her workshop so she can make a new brace and Mom needs to check on Sora," Clarke said.

"I will help Clarke," Ontari volunteered.

"Great," Marcus said.

"Actually, I have an idea for you," Clarke said.

"Oh?"

"Skaikru's history needs to be recorded. Feel up to it?"

"I can do that," Marcus said confidently.

"I will make sure you have paper and ink," Ontari said.

"Thank you, Commander."

They all looked toward the sound of Raven's crutches. "I thought there was going to be breakfast," she said as she entered the room.

"It is coming," Ontari answered.

Abby was behind Raven, and when she sat, Clarke asked, "Well?"

"She's healing up nicely."

"She would appreciate it you would ask her if you want to know something about her," Raven told Clarke.

"How do you feel, Raven?" Clarke asked in the sweetest possible tone.

"I feel fine, Clarke, thanks for asking. How are you?"

"I'm well, Raven, thanks for asking."

Ontari looked from one to the other and shook her head. Sky people were odd. Nice, so far, but very different from anyone she'd met.

Their breakfast was delivered, and everyone began to eat. There wasn't any conversation while Raven shoveled food down as fast as she could swallow and Clarke pushed her food around more than she ate it.

"Does this not suit?" Ontari asked Clarke when she noticed.

"It's fine," Clarke said. "I'm not really hungry."

"If you don't want it, Clarke, I'll take it," Raven volunteered, and Clarke sent the plate across the table. She took bread from the tray in the center of the table and ate it slowly.

Marcus and Abby left as soon as they finished eating. Raven leaned back in her chair when Clarke's plate was empty and asked, "So what's up for today?"

"We're going to get you to your workshop so you can make a new brace. And Ontari's gonna tell you some of the things she wants you to build."

"Something fun, I hope?"

"Radios and a power supply so we can move the medical equipment from the Skaikru camp."

"I'll see what I can do," Raven said. "Step one, make it so I can get around."

Clarke and Ontari reduced their normal walking speed by half so Raven could keep up with them. Raven wasn't expecting to be greeted when she entered her new workspace, but Roger looked up and said, "I am so glad to see you," while Fay ran to Raven to give her a hug.

"Uh, hi, guys, what's happening?"

"We're trying to build some radios for the Commander."

"OK, we'll work on that later. First, we need organize this place better." Raven made her way to a stool and sat down. "I need leather, some metal, a way to hinge it, and probably some buckles." She looked at what was on the table and said, "You're on the right track with the radio."

"We don't have any leather," Fay told Raven.

"Looks like I'm going to the market. Straighten this place up while I'm gone," she directed them while getting up.

Outside, she told Clarke, "I'm broke."

"I'll take care of it," Clarke assured her.

"We should see the smith," Ontari suggested. "He can forge what you need."

"Maybe," Raven said.

They walked through the market. Raven took everything in. Ontari and Clarke took her to two stalls on the way to the smith. Both were stocked with bits and pieces of tech, and Ontari told both of them to sell Raven whatever she needed and send the bill to the tower. When they tried to protest, Ontari told them, "Raven kom Skaikru works for me, and I will pay for what she needs."

"Otherwise, you'll be bankrupt," Clarke added before they protested.

When they reached the smith, his apprentice had enough sense to immediately call to him.

"Heda, how may I assist you?"

"This is Raven kom Skaikru. She is working for me and needs a brace to support her leg."

"My sister's daughter, in the market, can help her better than I can."

"Who is that?"

He gave directions, and a dagger with a sheath to Ontari, and went back to work as soon as the women left. Fortunately, the store they needed wasn't too far away.