Lexa gets injured and doesn't react very well to the medication. Raven stands as witness to it all and Clarke just gets to deal with it.
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Raven's got wires, several amplifiers, and a couple of head units spread out in front of her, all salvaged from abandoned cars her and Wick had found while traipsing through the forest, yet putting any of this trash together into something useable is a task that even Raven's not sure she's up to at the moment. All of the supplies are laid out on the table, waiting for her to put them together to give to Clarke so that they may finally have a working communication system between Polis, the outlying villages, and the quickly evolving Sky Camp, but she was stuck and frustrated and distracted by the room's other occupants. Clarke was busy drawing new territory lines, mapping enemy movements - the Ice nation had become increasingly brave on their front, pushing in deeper every month with small raiding parties, attacking isolated hamlets, and the nations that still remained in the alliance were beginning to push back, angry at the civilian losses and blatant disrespect. A year of peace is all their many sacrifices had given and it leaves Raven a little bitter at the Earth that was now their home and, eventually, their grave.
War was coming, and soon, if the Ice Nation incursions were not nipped in the bud.
Which left the Commander - Lexa - responsible for leading many groups to battle, for showing her face and rallying the troops around the united cause again. This time, against a clan of their own.
While the situation called for her presence, the commander was unfortunately... under the weather at the moment. As far as Raven knew, she'd recently returned from one of the traveling war parties and was now injured - to the point that she was bedridden and semi-immobile. She currently lies in the corner of Raven's temporary encampment, semi-conscious and silent on a billowing pallet of large furs - an improvement from the fevered grumblings that had filled the last few hours of work in the small space. The plate of food Raven had brought back, after leaving to retrieve sustenance of her own sometime in the early afternoon, lay untouched on the bedside.
Injured, sick and ungrateful. God, sometimes Raven looked for any reason to feel that old rage simmer beneath her fingertips, the one that ran heat down the cold nerves of her spine and legs, leaving angry burns all up inside her as she considers the Grounder Commander. It's stupid, but she's learned rage can be useful, at the very least, it can be cathartic.
Despite, the lack of progress on the communication systems, Raven could say she'd learned something today
'don't do drugs, kids'. Lexa gives out a low groan, reminding Raven of her presence once again. 'fucking hell.'
Although, she would attest to having understood that particular lesson at a young age thanks to her mother and Lexa's current state was simply a further reminder. If there was one thing she'd drawn from Finn and her rough childhood it was a glass half-full perspective on life and a Commander on drugs, was a Commander vulnerable.
"Clarke." Lexa hums and rolls her eyes skyward, tongue rolling slowly around the words like she was tasting the name. "Clarke."
Raven's standing over a particularly frustrating box that looks in good condition, but doesn't seem to want to give up any of it's good pieces, and decides to take a break before she breaks something. She glances between the Commander lolling on the pile of furs, repeating Clarke's name a few more times, and Clarke herself, who stands unbothered across the table fiddling with some miniatures on her half-finished map.
"You going to answer her?"
"Hmmm? Oh. No. She's been saying my name since she woke up." Clarke clicks her tongue against the back of her teeth, chewing on a half-smile like she's secretly pleased her name is the only thing coming from Lexa's drug-addled brain. "Have you got that radio up?"
