Rook {B.B} (3)

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Bitter Harvest (6,1)

Lexa and the rest of her group headed back to Polis with Clarke for her new rule to be spread. Jus nou drien jus daun. Blood must not have blood. But when Tyra had offered to go with her, Lexa ordered her and Loukas to stay behind to monitor Skaikru with Indra.

Between Tyra being under Bellamy's protection, so she couldn't be shot, and Indra's connection with Marcus, Lexa didn't believe it wise to retract the two to Polis. And Loukas was in definitely no condition to ride. So, they stayed behind, even after a lot of yelling at each other.

"You don't need to keep treating me like a helpless child, sister. I can do things on my own." Tyra dropped the plate of warmed rabbit stew next to Loukas' leg.

He had been healing considerably fast, or maybe he was just too stubborn to actually admit he was in pain and just pushed through it. But Loukas was able to walk all across their destroyed home with a slight limp with nearly no pain, though even attempting at raising his sword or pulling a bow caused him so much pain he nearly cried with effort every time he attempted it. That didn't stop him from still continuously trying, though.

Meanwhile, Tyra had taken it to herself to treat him as if he were the younger brother who needed his sister to watch over him. Constantly bringing him various foods and tasks that didn't require much effort to keep him entertained, tasks like weaving new blankets with strands of old ripped clothes that she scavenged and traded for, or even helping Tyra place new planks across their crumbling ceiling by instructing her where to place them.

She'd become the homebody she was never born for. And Loukas feared that her sudden care for him and the house had something to do with her distraction from her recent heartbreak. Especially the excuse of using the house to go and get wood just to beat some innocent tree up from her frustrations. After all, not many people came back with their knuckles coated in a midnight black blood every time they went to chop wood.

"I'd rather not have you whine like a newborn lamb in my ear."

"I do not whine." Tyra pretended to baa like a sheep, nailing her loose strips of wood to the ceiling from the inside with a smirk each time she looked over her shoulder at Loukas' annoyed face.

"If I whine like a newborn lamb, you sound like a calf begging for attention." Tyra scoffed, pushing her hair behind her shoulders while she held a nail upright.

"I do not!"

"Do to!"

"Do not!"

"Moo!"

"Baa!"

Loukas was about to pretend to be a cow once again before a more real animal sounded outside their house. A horse whining.

Immediately, the two siblings lunged for their swords, Loukas wincing as he held it toward the door by Tyra's side. His free hand clutching at his still hurt shoulder.

"Told you." Loukas only glared at Tyra before she opened the door, filing out with a limping brother behind her.

But they both relaxed once they saw who was tying the whining horse on their destroyed porch, Tyra's eyes locking with Octavia's before she let her arm with the sword drop, Loukas going to lean against the house to give his arm a rest.

"Octavia, what are you doing here?"

"Pike's coming. He's going to take over the entire village, and kill anyone who stands in his way."

"Our home not close to village." Tyra punched Loukas' uninjured shoulder, the man wincing as he rubbed at the sore spot.

"We've known those people in the villages our lives."