[Lexa doesn't understand the full process or how it was done. Frankly, it is a little over her head in terms of science, but she'll figure it out eventually. It simply made the most sense with the facts in front of them. Clarke was made a Nightblood. Maybe Murphy was done the same.
She accepts Clarke's denial with a nod. She would know better. Lexa frowns, puzzling over it. She stretches out her arm to see how badly Clarke knocking her back did, and there is a twist but nothing too serious.]
It's strange he would hide it from you. [She says out loud what Clarke's own confusion is.] From me, I understand. [She's really not all that keen on Nightblood basically being deformed or taken over by outsiders. Clarke is one thing, but how many others? The blood truly has lost its purpose.]
Let me touch you. [She puts her hand out.] It may keep helping you.
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She accepts Clarke's denial with a nod. She would know better. Lexa frowns, puzzling over it. She stretches out her arm to see how badly Clarke knocking her back did, and there is a twist but nothing too serious.]
It's strange he would hide it from you. [She says out loud what Clarke's own confusion is.] From me, I understand. [She's really not all that keen on Nightblood basically being deformed or taken over by outsiders. Clarke is one thing, but how many others? The blood truly has lost its purpose.]
Let me touch you. [She puts her hand out.] It may keep helping you.