[ 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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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. ]