Clarke pulled on her clothes, resigned to leaving. Octavia was no doubt waiting and Clarke had to admit that she had resented Octavia's words earlier.
Octavia was going back to Lincoln while she was forced from Lexa. She had dreaded coming to Polis.
She'd stayed firmly within Trikru lands when she was in self imposed Exile from Arkadia, and had desperately tried to avoid detection,
not just from the Ice Queen but in case there was any remote chance Lexa would seek her.
She had been so caught up in her doubts and confusion over everything that had taken place but even then she had known had she ever come here,
she would be forced to leave and that she would resent it.
Clarke felt a slender finger run lightly over her clothed back and she turned to offer Lexa a sad smile.
'I'll get ready and see you off,' Lexa offered quietly and Clarke nodded in response.
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