The one familiar name in Lexa's list makes Clarke's head dip as she walks, gaze fixated on Lexa's heels, but she doesn't say anything. One more name for the list. All right. And it's selfish to be glad that it wasn't Lexa, maybe, but she is, and she isn't sorry. It's not that selfish. Lexa is worth more, to more than just Clarke.

Her head stays down for the entirety of the exchange about Bellamy's sword, but at the last bit she raises her chin and looks back over her shoulder to smile, quick and strained, at his—lack of hostility. Friendliness, even. It's not new, but she still appreciates it.

"Orzammar is dark," she says, to answer Lexa's first question, "and hot." A beat. "You should visit."