The third time that Eden and Roan crossed paths, it was late at night and she was a little bit drunk.

It hadn't been long since the incident where he left her camp when there was the misunderstanding. She had ended up having some of the delinquents to her camp, just Octavia and Murphy, along with Bellamy and Lincoln. The group of them had dinner and talked about what all the stuff going on in their lives. Eden had happily cooked them all up some deer from her stock pile, the deer she had killed and Roan had gutted for her. Doing so made the pile need to be replenished much quicker, though she was sort of hoping for something different that the deer meat - called venison, according to books on the Ark - but she knew that he didn't know that, that Roan would be bringing her more venison.

The night he returned to replenish her food, she had dipped into the moonshine, for drinking and not medical reasons like she normally used it for. It had been a long week and she was tired of everyone hovering around her, worried about her. They treated her like she was a fragile doll every time she visited Arkadia, her leg would hurt, and it was hot outside - too hot for her liking, honestly - and she was upset about hurting Roan's feelings. The fire was still burning, even though she didn't really need the warmth, so she was sitting on the log by the fire, the cup of moonshine in her hand. So when Roan came stumbling into her camp, a small rabbit and some fish in his hand, she looked at him drearily and sighed, swishing her cup around in her hand. He sets all the food in her small food shack, then stands there, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes on her.

"You're drinking," he stated, not posing it as a question.

"Yes," she answered, nodding in his direction. "I needed a night where I could feel numb, but even now, I'm still not numb."

"And you're awake now, instead of asleep like you normally are," he added, looking at her oddly.

"I wanted to talk to you," she told him, crossing her arms after taking a sip of her drink. "You left before I could last time and I keep being too tired to stay up for your nightly checks."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he claimed, smirking in her direction.

"I just wanted to keep you safe from your clan and my people, Roan. I wasn't trying to tell you I wanted you gone. Of course I don't want you gone."

"But you kicked me out of your camp," he said, sitting down next to me on the log.

"To protect you!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air and spilling a bit of the moonshine. "That's all I was trying to do. I watched Lincoln get shunned from his clan for being with Octavia and I didn't want that to happen to you. That probably sounds stupid, but it made sense at the time. I like you too much to let you experience that."

"You talk a lot when you're drinking or eating the Jobi nuts," he noted, glancing at her and then down to her thigh. The stitched up wound is uncovered, a healthy shade of pinks and reds. "Looking good."

"What?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows and looking at him. "Did you just say that I look good?"

He legitimately laughed at her question, "No, Eden. I was talking about the snake bite. You don't need me to tell you that you're good looking."

Her eyes widened as she glanced over at him, but he was watching the fire as if basically calling her pretty weren't even a big deal to him. But to her intoxicated brain, it was. Not only because no one had said that to her in a long time, but because it was him that said it.

"You're beautiful," she said aloud, making him turn to her with raised eyebrows. "You are."

"Thank you," he said simply, looking down to their hands that were just inches away from touching, a sudden need to link their fingers together hitting him. Somehow, he resisted, simply listening to her talk.

"Yes," she said with a nod, taking another sip of the moonshine. "I know that you aren't beautiful in the traditional sense of the word, but you are. Your scars... I want to touch them every time I see you. And while I never imagined tattoos could look so... sexy, they do on you. And sometimes it takes everything in me to not trail kisses along them."

"Wow, you're really intoxicated tonight," he mumbled, his chuckle warming her whole body for some reason. "You probably shouldn't keep talking. You won't remember telling me all of this tomorrow, I'm sure."

"Not being able to remember is good, sometimes," she told him, pouting when he took the jug from her hand and placed it on the ground on his other side. "There's so much I wish I could forget."

Giving in, he asked, "Like what, Eden?"

She grinned sadly at him, "My dad got my mom floated when I was younger."

"Floated?"

"It basically means he killed her," she informed him, leaning back and shaking her hair around. "I miss her sometimes. Every girl should have a mother. But it's obvious to all of us that my dad has a thing for Abby."

"Clarke's mother," he said aloud, looking over to her. "Am I wrong to ask about siblings? It seems as if Bellamy and Octavia are the only siblings in the sky."

"There was a law against it. And couplings like my father and Abby rarely happened up there, so there wasn't something like Clarke would be for me. I mean, I see her almost as much of a sister as I see Octavia. I care about both of them so much. They're so pure."

"Eden, they're not-"

She sniffled, "SO PURE, ROAN. SO PURE."

Her tiredness hit her before she could say anything else to him, her eyes fluttering closed and her head finding a resting spot on his shoulder. He looked down at the brunette resting on his shoulder, though she didn't get to see the almost fond look upon his face. If she had, she would have had a similar expression upon her face.

"You need sleep," he said, resting a hand on her lower back and using the other to push hair behind her ear.

She opened her eyes and pouted, "But I don't want you to leave. Everyone always leaves."

He chuckled, "I will come back, Eden. Now that you've assured me that you don't hate me, I'm not sure I can stay away from you. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to even before tonight."

"Good," she whispered, smiling faintly as he brushed another strand of hair away from her face. "I like having you around. Are you going to make me walk to my tent or will you carry me there?"

He didn't answer, instead gently moving her into his arms and standing up. Her head rested against his chest as he moved her to the tent, pulling off her shoes and tucking her into the sleeping bag. Even in her half asleep state, she grinned at him while her eyes were half closed and grasped his face in her hands, pulling his face closer to hers.

"May we meet again," she slurred, using the token Sky people motto before pressing a kiss to his scruffy cheek, her fingers brushing against one of the scars on his face like she had wanted to do for so long. "Thank you, Roan."

"You're welcome, Eden," he whispered, gently stroking her hair. "Sleep well, Sky girl."

And then he was gone, leaving her to sleep and plenty of food for her to live on for a few days, knowing he'd be back to visit before he would have to replenish her food stock. She soon fell into a deep sleep, once again dreaming of the Grounder who cared for her in a way that no one had before.