Just as Clarke had hoped, Lexa's irritation builds, between the deliberate misunderstanding of her policy and now the way Clarke watches her put the book away. It's petty, and beneath them, and she nearly says so but bites it back because obviously that is exactly the reaction Clarke's seeking. She lowers her head and picks through the contents of the pouch, holding up vials to peer inside and identify the herbs within for future reference.

There aren't that many, and when she has finished and tucked them away again (not a single one slipped up her sleeve, Clarke, aren't you relieved?) she turns to watch the healing magic in progress. Not that there is much to see. She reaches over to blot carefully at the worst of the blood, but still can't see anything, and sneaks a look up at Clarke instead, watching her face as she works, and as she answers.

"So they say. You have found it to be true? They've given you no trouble? As a mage."