Fixing Clexa's story to give them an ending they deserved (an *ending, not the journey they deserved). They are clearly endgame but it turned into a bit more of an adult-themed journey to get there so just a warning it takes a slightly dark turn ar...
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Only one person has been allowed into the commander's tent since camp was set up, and Luna and Lexa have been arguing inside it for the better part of an hour.
Indra approaches and shoos the handful of nosey warriors loitering nearby. It's obvious they are arguing about Clarke, and what it will look like to placate Bellamy with his demand to see Clarke before making a decision.
Lexa's temper is completely unchecked. From the many outbursts penetrating the tent flaps, it's not Clarke's presence she's opposed to but only how that makes her look to Skaikru, Bellamy and Pike most of all. Luna's voice is muffled in comparison with each calm but stern response.
Indra decides against interrupting, instead heading to find the healers' tent. Lincoln is the only patient at the back in the last of a handful of beds, but looks notably better just having had his wounds properly cleaned and in clean clothes, the gash on his side neatly stitched.
Octavia hasn't left his side, and turns to embrace Indra when she arrives.
"Can you tell him he can fuck off?" Octavia motions her head towards the guard in the corner Lexa has assigned to watch over her and Lincoln. "I don't need a babysitter."
"She cares about you." Indra replies.
"Yeah? Well she has a hell of a way of showing it." Octavia scoffs.
"Give her a break."
Octavia snaps, "Why should I? Look at what she's done for us."
Indra simply raises an eyebrow, "And which us are you referring to?"
That quiets the young warrior, for once, stillstruggling with the duality of her allegiance. The seasoned mentor sees through the harsh exterior Octavia coats herself with, and places her hand on Octavia's arm, a rare showing of comfort, "I think, when she sees the two of you," Her eyes fall to Lincoln, asleep on the table, "It gives her hope that it might just be possible for herself as well."
Octavia is sure she doesn't just mean peace between the grounders and sky people. Still, she softens only slightly, "She's the commander, she can do whatever she wants."
"You know that's not true." Replies Indra.
Octavia grows more agitated, "If you expect me to feel bad for her, don't waste your time."
Indra lowers her head, taking a few steps back towards the door. Before turning around she sighs, meeting her mentee's eyes with earnest, "She works to save everyone, with no expectations for anyone to save her."
Octavia scoffs again, "Well yeah, that's literally her job. She loves playing the hero."
The older woman pauses, her rugged face gently shakes side to side, trying to get through to the young girl, "Octavia," Utters Indra, "She may carry it well, better than most could, but that does not mean it isn't heavy."
