[ Clarke can look for herself because the forward arrives a moment later thanks to Lexa's still incomplete understanding of what all these buttons do. It's a girl from the ark judging by what little clothing is visible, slim and dark and fit, her face cut out except for occasional bits of full lips. She starts out in a bra and undresses from there, bare except for a hand between her legs by the last one. The text on it just says 'command me'. ]
[ There's a long pause in which Lexa considers this. In the end she doesn't actually reply before leaving.
The grounder encampment outside Camp Jaha sees more traffic back and forth these days, enough that though she is an infrequent visitor except on formal occasions Lexa knows where Clarke's room is. She shows up at the door without any further warning than having been invited, and knocks. Disarmed at the gate, her fist clenches around her phone instead of a hilt and her long coat and hints of armoring look out of place in the ark's hall. ]
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And an invitation.
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^^ clarke's internal monologue. )
You should delete them.
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( or destroy it. )
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The grounder encampment outside Camp Jaha sees more traffic back and forth these days, enough that though she is an infrequent visitor except on formal occasions Lexa knows where Clarke's room is. She shows up at the door without any further warning than having been invited, and knocks. Disarmed at the gate, her fist clenches around her phone instead of a hilt and her long coat and hints of armoring look out of place in the ark's hall. ]