[Kissing Clarke, well that was something that no injury could stop her doing. It's sweet and brief and Lexa wishes it would never end, but it does, and she sighs softly, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth for a few seconds.]

If you trust him. [A beat, then.] My guard will be here, Clarke. They would not see me die. Titus could not have been predicted, he is Fleimkepa.

He will be dealt with, too. [Not now, not yet, but that was a betrayal no Heda present or past would tolerate. It is one thing to advise, it is another to bring a gun into her home to violate her wishes.]