She pulled her bag tighter to herself as her sore legs ventured on. She was beginning to become tired of seeing trees, bushes, and overgrown roots. That was all she saw on her way to Polis with Azgeda and Jaha. Her heart was clenched painfully in her chest, already missing her companions back in Arkadia. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. Azgeda could never be known for their 'hospitality'. Maybe she was walking right to her death. Maybe this was a first step to war, with Roan planning to execute her. It would be his way of telling Clarke never to trust him. No, that couldn't be it. She was being paranoid.

Speaking of Roan... She looked up, trying to find his familiar figure. He hadn't spoken to her since they left. She spotted him a few moments later at the very front of them, side by side with Echo as always. Neither of them seemed to be talking, however. Instead, they just walked in silence. Eden felt slightly envious of her. While she was terrified of him, Eden would give anything at that moment just to walk beside him and admire him. She was doing it plenty at the meeting.

"What were you thinking?"

She flinched. She hadn't expected anyone to address her. Her brown eyes flying to whomever spoke to her, she relaxed upon seeing Jaha. His wrists were locked together, a hand pressed at his back courtesy of an Azgeda male. He was being pushed in the same direction they were going. However, he was focused on Eden at that moment, looking stern.

"What?" Eden whispered back.

"Volunteering yourself to go back to Polis with Azgeda. What were you thinking? You have left Arkadia with one less healer. You have practically joined the enemy," Jaha grunted, shying away from the hand that now gripped at his neck in an attempt to silence him. However, his guide didn't seem to be paying attention to his words, seeing as he was currently conversing with someone else completely from his other side.

"You're one to talk," Eden snorted, turning away. "You abandoned us when we were up against Mount Weather. Then you return with an AI that nearly got everyone, including Polis and Arkadia, killed. You don't get to sneer at me when you haven't even acknowledged your own stupidity. Besides, I did this for Clarke. Skaikru needed to be the thirteenth clan to prevent any altercations with other tribes. Roan needed a healer, and I wasn't about to let her or anyone else go. Not this time."

"That was to find a solution to our issues. I was not aware of the outcome," Jaha replied simply.

"Why are you here exactly, Jaha? Why are your wrists clasped together instead of mine? It's because you're the enemy here. You caused all of this. You're the reason I had to volunteer myself!"

"Elaborate."

"If you hadn't brought back ALIE, I guarantee Azgeda wouldn't be in charge of Polis right now."

"Ontari would, however. And she was an Azgeda warrior...she was the worst of the worst. As much as it pains me to say, Roan is far better in comparison." Jaha glanced at the front of their troop. "But my issues are with you completely abandoning Arkadia. I agree I shouldn't have gone. Why would I want you to make the same mistakes?"

"It's not a mistake. I know exactly what I'm doing."

"Do you?"

"Of course!"

"I hope you're right...for the sake of the people in Polis and back at home," Jaha shook his head. The man guarding him finally noticed him talking and yanked him away from Eden, hissing insults in his ear. Through all of it, Jaha's gaze didn't move from Eden. He just gave her a knowing look, as if he knew exactly how this was all going to end up. She rolled her eyes. He didn't know a damn thing. He has done far worse than she ever has. And, in this specific case, she was doing it for the wellbeing of both her people and Roan's.

The journey lingered even longer, her legs becoming more sore as they went on. She wondered if they would stop to make camp if they didn't make it by sundown. She wondered how welcome she'd be in that case. She prayed the sun would remain in the sky for as long as it could take. She didn't want to lay out in the grass off to the side because she felt so out of place with these people. If she was going to remain with them for however long, she needed to learn how to adjust.

And, just because the universe hated her, the sun went down in less than three hours, putting their entire group in pitch black until a few of Roan's men went out to build several fires. Eden pouted, crossing her arms and sitting on a low hanging root of a tree, crossing her legs and watching as these people huddled together and talked in their native language. Eden never really learned it. It was too difficult to understand. It was like they were doing it on purpose just to keep her out of the loop. As if they were weary she'd pass on their secrets back to Arkadia, despite Roan making it quite clear she would not be returning any time soon.

Jaha was taken on the other side of this mini-camp. His guard salvaged a few strong holding vines and made sure he was secure against it before going to join a female at the fire, leaning into her with his arm holding her close. Despite the circumstances, Eden thought it was really sweet. Everyone seemed to be settling down in the calm atmosphere. Or how calm it can be in the middle of the woods without food. Eden sighed, leaning back against the tree behind her. She was rather chilly, but otherwise comfortable. Really, she just wanted to get back on the road toward Polis.

Her contentedness was quickly interrupted, however. A long shadow fell over her, making her open an eye and flinch to see Echo glaring down at her.

"It would appear your work is required," she said.

"O-Oh! Who's hurt? Let me grab my bag," Eden leaned down and gripped the strap to it, standing straight again.

"My king."

"Y-Your-? Oh! You mean Roan?"

"Just come with me," Echo said gruffly, grabbing her roughly by her upper arm and dragging her toward the trees of darkness and away from the fires. Eden was worried Echo was lying to her to get her away and murder her. She was about to rip away and scream for help when they passed a larger tree and found Roan sitting on the other side of it, clutching his chest. "My king, I brought the healer."

"Thank you, Echo," he grunted.

"Are you okay?" Eden asked automatically.

"He needs you to check his wound and see if he can withstand the journey back to Polis. If he so much as yelps in pain, Skaikru, I won't hesitate to take you out," she threatened, lifting her blade toward Eden's neck. The girl automatically flinched away, wincing as the blade made contact to her skin, thankfully not breaking it.

"Echo, leave us," Roan snapped.

Echo glanced down at him before meeting Eden's eyes again. Sneering, she sheathed the weapon away and stormed back toward the camp. Eden made sure she was away before she finally turned to Roan, blushing profusely in the darkness and gripping her bag closely to her. He looked up at her expectantly, still holding the front of his chest where he had been shot.

"Um...why are you all the way out here? It'd be easier for me to see it in the firelight," Eden mumbled awkwardly.

"I'd prefer my people not to see me in such a weak state. Besides, you have the moonlight. That is enough," Roan replied. Eden harrumphed. What was it with grounders and pride? If you're hurt, you're hurt. You don't have to show people how strong you are by hiding the pain. That just delayed the treatment you needed. "Can you please just check it and tell me if I can make it? You can return to the camp once you do."

"Oh, can I?" Eden retorted, before shutting her mouth quickly. The brat of the 100, already mouthing off as per usual. Thankfully, Roan didn't say anything on it. It would appear he was far too distracted by the pain on his front to snap back for her sass. Coughing, she leaned down and opened her bag, shoving her clothes and other personal items aside in favor of the little medical supplies she took from Arkadia. She turned back to Roan, biting her lip. "Um...I...I need you to um...like...just show me the wound!"

Roan rolled his eyes at her, untying the front of his tunic and pulling it over his head for her to gain access. He grunted in pain, throwing a hand up to his chest where the gauze was taped. Eden could see blood was already seeping through. He broke the stitches. She could sew him back up, but he would need to move a lot slower if he wanted them to stay intact and not risk infection.

"Well?" he asked, irritated at her silence.

"Sorry, I was...okay, well you obviously opened up the stitches. I don't know for how long now since you should've come to me when you first started feeling pain," there she went again with her mouthing off, "I can stitch you back up just fine and put some alcohol on it, but...you're going to have to take it easy, otherwise we'll be taking a lot more breaks and I'll be wasting a lot more supplies."

"You consider it a waste?"

"I do if I have to do it more than once thanks to the patient. Alright...take off the gauze so I can put some alcohol on it," Eden sighed, turning away and digging around in her pack for a rag and the moonshine she had taken on her way out from bidding Jasper goodbye. All he had done was raise his glass to her.

Roan hissed in pain as he pulled at the tape, slowly peeling it from the top until he had the bottom still attached.

"Keep it like that for a moment," Eden murmured, taking the alcohol soaked rag and gently placing it to the wound, flinching as he finally let out a growl, pulling a hand up to grip her wrist in a death grip.

"That hurts," he growled.

"Well, sit still so it won't hurt as much!" Eden huffed. "And take your hand off so I can stitch it up."

Roan glared at her for another few moments before he finally removed his hand. Shaking her head, Eden dabbed at the wound with the rag before taking it away to grab the needle and thread she needed for the stitches.

"Alright...this is gonna hurt a bit. Just...don't hit me," Eden said, tying the thread through the needle.

"I won't," he promised.

Biting her lip, she slowly leaned forward toward the skin and started, gritting her teeth as he tensed and tried not to let out another noise, probably fearful his people would hear. She really just hoped Echo wouldn't hear and think Eden was killing her king. She didn't want to be decapitated today. She was thankful it only needed about four stitches, meaning it would end a lot quicker. As soon as she finished, he breathed out a sigh of relief.

"There we go," she whispered. "Now let's put some fresh gauze on it and you rest. You're gonna need it." She grabbed enough gauze and tape to put it on him and zipped her bag shut. "Alright. Finished. You're all fresh and clean again. Just...take it easy. I mean that, too. We're still a little ways from Polis. I can't have it opening again. If I were you, I'd wait until at least noon tomorrow before we take off."

"And waste more daylight?" he snorted, pulling his tunic back on.

"Do you want me to stitch you up again tomorrow?"

Roan glared at her for a few moments. Finally, he said, "Thank you for tending to my wound. I hope you will provide the same aid for my people."

"Not like I have much of a choice," Eden said, pulling the bag up over her shoulder.

"Oh, yeah, and enough with the attitude. We may require your work, but I will not tolerate disobedience. If I have to silence you forcefully, I will," he snarled, before turning his back and making his way back to camp. Eden pouted. He was very wishy-washy. One moment he was a decent human being and the next he was an angry king. It was annoying. However, this was a step forward. Plus...she never expected to be that close to him. Of course, she never wanted to touch him like that again where she had to stitch him up and cause him pain. But she still got to touch him.

Smiling to herself and clutching her bag tightly, she walked back to camp. As she arrived, she could see Roan at the centermost fire, speaking in his language to one of the men across from him. Echo, who sat to his right, glared heavily at Eden as she went to take her spot back by the tree. She shuddered. Looking away from the deadly warrior, Eden looked back at Jaha, who was looking at her knowingly and slowly shaking his head.

She knew she promised Clarke and the others to look after him to be sure he was okay, but all she wanted to do to him right now was bash his head in.