Lexa bites her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. She entered her bedroom to see if Clarke would be awake yet, only to find her sleeping on her ex's side of the bed. It hurts her heart that she used to be able to watch Costia sleep. No, she's over her. She has to be. Love is weakness.
Clarke's chest is rising and falling gently. Her hair is tussled and spread like an angelic halo on the pillow. She looks peaceful as she sleeps.
Lexa thinks of leaving her bedroom to avoid being some kind of staring creep just when those blue eyes flutter open. "Good morning, Clarke," she whispers, in case the girl has a massive headache.
"Mhmm," Clarke hums, rubbing at her eyes. She moves to sit up, feeling very confused as she realizes she's still wearing her dress and this isn't her bed. "Morning, Miss Woods," she says, her voice rough with sleep. "Where am I?"
"You're at my house," Lexa answers, understanding that Clarke must be confused right now. "You were at the park last night, where I found you and you fell asleep. I brought you here and you slept."
"I don't really remember," Clarke replies, whishing she could. "If this is your bed, where did you sleep?"
"On my couch," Lexa answers, which isn't exactly the most comfortable place.
"I'm sorry I burdened you," Clarke says, sighing.
"You haven't," Lexa assures. "If you want to shower, my bathroom is the first door on the right. I can lend you some clothes and there is breakfast in case you're hungry."
"That's very kind of you," Clarke replies, finding it sweet that Miss Woods is being so caring. She notices her professor's hands and frowns. "What happened to your hands?"
Lexa coughs and tries to hide her hands quickly, regretting that she forgot to put her gloves back on. "Nothing," she answers, refusing to look at Clarke.
Clarke gets up from the bed and walks over to Miss Woods. "Let me see," she says, making gestures with her hands for her professor to show her hands.
Lexa sighs and reveals her hands. "It's nothing," she insists.
"These wounds can get infected if they're not properly looked after," Clarke says, studying Miss Woods' hands. "Do you have a medical kit? If not, I have one and I can come back with it."
"I have one in my bathroom," Lexa answers, surprised when Clarke walks away and returns with it. She doesn't say a word as the girl tends to her hands. The antiseptic stings, though she doesn't hiss.
When Clarke is done bandaging Lexa's hands, she presses a kiss to them. "So they will heal faster," she explains with a smile.
"Thank you, Clarke," Lexa says respectfully. "How does your head feel?"
"Like I've been intimate with a wall," Clarke answers, smiling when Miss Woods laughs. "I like your laugh," she says before she can think better of it.
Lexa snaps her mouth shut and gets up to leave. "I'll be in the kitchen with breakfast," she says quietly. "There is aspirin in my bathroom if you want to take one."
Clarke moves her fork around, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the silence. "So um... your mirror is broken," she says, which she assumes Miss Woods broke.
"Yes," Lexa replies stoically. Clarke has probably put two and two together by now. "I will be getting a new one."
Clarke takes a few big gulps from the glass of water. Her head is pounding, but that's her own fault for having drunk so much. "May I ask what your first name is?"
