Clarke enters the tent to find Lexa waiting for her.

Clarke says You sent for me?

Lexa looks at Clarke, studying her, the silence heavy around them. Finally, she breaks it.

Lexa speaks Yes. Octavia has nothing to fear from me.

That stops Clarke. She can't help but be suspicious. Lexa has lied before. Seeing this, Lexa softened

Lexa states I do trust you, Clarke

Reading Lexa's sincerity, Clarke nods, believing her.

Clarke replies I know how hard that is for you.

Lexa responds You think our waye are harsh, but it's how we survive.

Clarke says reflectively Maybe life should be about more han just surviving. Don't we deserve better than that?

Lexa holds her stare, doesn't let her look away.

Lexa though conflicted says Maybe we do...

Before she can continue, Lexa steps close. The KISS is soft, sweet, tinged with sadness. Clarke falls into it for a moment, taking refuge in a moment of real human connection. Then Clarke pulls away. Lexa isn't sure what to make of it.