Love Is Weakness

Understanding

After my late night, I slept in slightly later than usual. I had nothing urgent that required my attention so it wasn't a problem and I felt better for getting enough sleep.

I had decided that it was best to go and find Lexa straight away, the sooner we spoke the sooner we could put what happened last night behind us. Once I had summoned the courage to actually leave and go outside, the first place I went to was her tent but I found it empty.

This was not unusual and so I wandered around camp hoping for any sign of her but she couldn't be found anywhere. Without having any luck I resigned myself to the fact that I was going to have to wait for her to return from wherever it was she had gone.

As the hours passed by I couldn't help but notice the small knot of worry that was forming in my stomach, and it soon began to show to the others. Some of the Grounders began to shoot me questioning glances as I passed through the center of camp for the third time in a row.

After searching the entire camp top to bottom many times over, I was only left with the conclusion that she wasn't in camp. Not allowing my worry to completely overtake me, I strode over to where Indra was emerging from her hut.

'Indra' I called out as I approached, earning myself an icy glare of disinterest, though it didn't bother me in the slightest. 'Have you seen Lexa at all today?'

I came to a stop in front of the warrior and waited expectantly for her answer.

'I have not seen the Commander since yesterday' she all but growled in reply, less than pleased by my informal reference to her leader.

'Surely she would've told you if she were planning on going anywhere' I went on desperately, surely someone must know where she had gone.

'The Commander is fully capable of taking care of herself, and if she didn't let anyone know then I'm sure she had her reasons' Indra retorted, giving me no chance to reply as she strode away without another word.

I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. Indra was right, Lexa was the commander of 12 clans and I didn't know why I was so worried. To pass the time I made myself busy around camp, finding anything to capture my attention.

There was only so much time I could waste, and a few hours later I found myself back in my tent with only one thing on my mind. Having seen me return to my tent, Octavia had soon joined me and was perched at the end of my bed as I paced the length of the tent.

It was late afternoon at this point, and if nobody had seen Lexa leave then it must've been when it was still dark. It couldn't have been much longer after I had left her tent, remembering that no one had been outside at the time.

A drawn out sigh interrupted my thoughts and I shot a quick glare in Octavia's direction but she was more interested by the sharpness of the blade that she was inspecting.

'Clarke, if you don't stop pacing I will throw my dagger at you' she said in all seriousness, but I took no notice of her and continued regardless.

The question was why had Lexa not yet returned? It was most likely that she was completely fine, but thoughts of panther attacks and the ice nation kept coming to mind.

As Octavia released yet another sigh my mom ducked into the tent, looking like she had plenty to say and this time it was my turn to sigh.

'Clarke, I'm glad I caught you, there were some things I wanted to talk about with you' she began, completely oblivious to her awful timing. She noticed Octavia perched on my bed and shot her a questioning glance.

'Now isn't really the best time Abby' Octavia told her, shifting her gaze pointedly to where I was pacing to and fro. My mom nodded slowly and leaned in closer to Octavia.