Opkepa Rattop Hedplei

Chapter 44

After nearly crying her warpaint off, Clarke finally pulled herself up from Amma's arms and walked to the bathroom, taking off her forehead emblem and gently laying it on the sink so she could scrub her face clean of the kohl that was now trailing down her neck. She stayed there for a long moment, water dripping from her chin, just staring into her own blue eyes and wondering how this became such a huge mess. Self-doubt was already creeping into her brain as she gazed at her worried face.

'We are only holding it until they are able to hold it for themselves again.' Wanheda's voice softly echoes in her mind.

Clarke takes a deep breath and nods, even though she is unsure Wanheda can see this. She grabs a towel to dry her face and reapplies the emblem to her forehead. Taking one last long look in the mirror, she turns to walk to the closet, smiling when she notices that the hooks and shelves that hold Heda's armor and weapons now have twins beside them for hers. Clarke would be lying if she didn't admit she would've preferred to keep her armor on. But she wanted to check on Raven, without freaking her out on her first day here preferably. So, gradually straps are unbuckled and hung up in their places, only leaving a few knives hidden on her person for protection. Familiar arms embrace her tightly from behind that have her relaxing with a smile on her face and leaning back into her lover and seeking her comfort.

"Going to check on Raven?" Lexa hums, kissing the side of her lover's face.

"Sha (yes). I thought I would take Komfoni or Amma with me," Clarke replies, turning to cuddle into Lexa's shoulder.

"I think that is a fabulous idea," the brunette hums in agreement, rubbing the blonde's back lovingly.

"I don't want to be away from you, though," Clarke divulges in a whisper.

"Nor I you," Lexa replies, kissing the side of her lover's head. "But we do what we must."

Clarke smiles at this and nods, "That we do... unfortunately."

Together they turn and walk hand-in-hand down the hallway again. Nann and Amma are in the middle of a quiet discussion when they enter their bedroom again.

"Oh good. There you two are," Amma hums smiling at them. "We were discussing your friend, my dear."

"Raven?" Clarke asks looking from the elder to the fisa.

"Yes. I will go with you to check on her, pretending to be a maid with clean towels," Komfoni states.

"While I check on the strikons (little ones) downstairs to make sure nothing is imploding. But I want you to assess her for me and let me know what you think." Amma instructs.

"I think that actually might be best. Rae... is going to be hostile, and angry, more than likely. It would be best she consents to a medical exam before we give her one." Clarke states biting her lip.

"Yes, that was what I was thinking as well." Amma nods.

"Seriously though, Nanna. You are going to have to ignore half of the things that come out of her mouth and not get offended. Raven is crude and largely offensive on the best of days. There is no telling what she will be like right now." Clarke adamantly warns.

Nann smirks and holds her hands up in mock surrender. "I promise not to slap the child for being under the influence of your branwoda mother."

"Good enough..." Clarke mutters, rolling her eyes.

"And you, yongon (child), if someone comes to get me because her mother is being a pain in the neck or requests something, I need you to send someone to get me immediately and NOT go yourself. Is that clear?" Komfoni instructs, pointing a finger at Lexa.