The second time she met Roan, she had killed the deer he was hunting.

It had taken her weeks to get used to hunting, but she found that she was almost a natural at it. Except she did't use a bow and arrows or gun like most of the other Sky people used. Instead, she found herself perching on low branches and waiting until the last moment, dropping to the ground and delivering the death blow with a small knife she carried on her belt. Her most frequent kills were deer. The deer would normally last her for quite a while, and while skinning and gutting them wasn't one of her favorite activities, she had learned how to do so without it ending with her throwing up or passing out with deer guts on her hands. Human insides were easy for her to handle, as long as they weren't hers.

That had been reinforced just two weeks prior, when she had been attacked by a giant snake in the water and a Grounder had saved her life. Some of the memories of that night were hazy in her head, but she remembered his name: Roan, from Azgeda. His face, also, was imprinted in her mind: the scars, the tattoos, his eyes, everything about him. But other than that, everything was a bit blurry. When she had woken up the next morning, she had been tucked into her sleeping bag and there was food cooked for her. The man who had saved, Roan, was nowhere to be seen though, except for in her sleep. It took her this long to run out of food, so she found herself hunting again, though her leg still hurt sometimes and she was a little worried about tearing her stitches while jumping down from the tree.

So there she was, perched in the tree, waiting for the perfect moment to descend and kill the two headed deer that was growing closer and closer to her hiding spot. Once the deer was close enough, she pulled the knife out of her belt and pushed herself off the branch. The deer wasn't expecting to suddenly be held in place by some human or for said human to slit it's neck, so it was a relatively easy kill. As the deer bled out on the ground, at her feet, she pressed a hand against the gauze, the wound beneath her hand burning from the force of jumping out of the tree.

"Good kill, Eden kom Skaikru," a gruff voice said, making her jump and spin to see who was there as she had slain the deer. To her surprise, the man she had seen in her dreams for the last two weeks was standing there, a bow in his hands and a smug grin on his face. "Though you shouldn't be hunting in your condition."

"In my condition?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him as he laid down the bow and walked towards her, as if knowing of her aversion to the weapon.

"You're injured," he reminded her, gesturing to her leg as he reached her, standing on the other side of the dead deer.

"You're not a hunter," she noted, raising an eyebrow at him. "You're a warrior. I know that. So what are you doing hunting a deer?"

He chuckled, looking at her in amusement, "You know my position in my clan?"

She shrugged, "I asked Clarke about you. She had to ask Lincoln first, but she was able to relay information to me, about you."

"And how did you say you knew me?" he asked her, honestly curious as to how much the other Grounder and the Sky girl knew about him.

"Just that we had encountered each other in the woods and you let me live, not anything about you saving my life or anything you did for me that day. They all think I saved myself, that I dragged myself out of the water and to my camp, stitched up my leg and then slept. I figured you didn't want everyone to know that you didn't just let me live, you helped me do so."

"Thank you," he replied, looking down to the deer. "But there's definitely not a thank you for killing the deer I've been tracking for the last hour."

She blushed, scratching her eyebrow, "Sorry about that. But I've been perched in that tree for about two hours, just waiting for a deer to come close. I know that deer like this particular spot, for some reason. You'll be able to track another deer in no time, though I doubt your clan will starve."

"It wasn't for them," he informed the girl standing in front of him. "You were low on meat and you're injured, so I figured I could get it ready and drop it off while you're sleeping tonight."

"You're the one," she realized, staring at him with wide eyes. "You've been dropping off food in the middle of the night, while I sleep. I thought it was Murphy or Bellamy, but it was you."

"Like I said," he told her, "I didn't save your life just for you to die."

"I don't remember most of that day, honestly. Just your name and your face and the fact that you're the one who saved my life," she admitted to him, an almost guilty look on her face. "I'm sorry I don't really remember much, I ate some of those damn hallucinogenic berries before going swimming and I somewhat thought I had imagined you."

"That explains you thinking that I was there to have sex with you," he said and it shocked her to realize he was teasing her. "But yes, I did indeed save your life and was not a hallucination."

"I was high," she pouted, then looked down to the deer and winced. "Wow do I not want to skin that or gut that."

"I'll do that," he told her. "We'll go back to your camp and you can fix up your leg, since it's bleeding again."

Due to his words, she glanced down at her leg and found blood seeping through the gauze on her bare leg. She had dressed in just a tank top, this time with a bra underneath, and a pair of cut off pants that Octavia had fashioned for her when she saw the injury that Eden had sustained, almost identical to the one she had gotten their first day on Earth. Her eyes widen when she realized she had in fact ripped some of her stitches, the blood seeping through her gauze.

"Good idea," she noted, the blood on her hand getting wiped onto the back of her thigh. "You got that?"

When she looked up from the blood on her hand and the gauze, he had the deer slung over his shoulder, blood dripping onto the ground behind him. An appreciative smile cover her face as she looked at his bulging arm muscles. He chuckled, watching her, then nodded to her. So she turned and began limping back to her camp. He followed, matching her pace and not trying to hurry her. When she had to pause for a moment, the pain too intense for her to bear for those few moments. Again, neither of them tried to carry on a conversation.

At the camp, she grabs her bag of medical supplies, newly stocked by her mentor: Abigail Griffin. Once she has that, she sits back down on the log she had been sitting on last time, carefully peeling off the gauze and tape as he began cutting into her deer. After wiping it up with a rag, she poured some of the moonshine onto the wound, then took a swig of the drink herself. She quickly and easily stitched the small tear back up, applying a salve to the wound and covering it back up with a new piece of gauze and some tape. Once that's done, she dug around in the bag for the pain killers, swallowing two of them dry after spilling them into her hand.

"What are those?" Roan asked, which surprised her a bit, not realizing he had been watching her.

She glanced over at him, extremely glad to see that he was almost done with skinning the deer, and equally as glad that she didn't have to do it herself.

"They're pills," she told him, shaking the bottle so that he could hear them rattle. "They help take away the pain. Abby, the... healer from Arkadia gave them to me when they learned of the injury."

"And they work?"

She shrugged, "For a small amount of time. Then they wear off and I have to take more, in case I want to."

"Weird," he muttered to himself. "We don't have anything like that in Azgeda."

"If you ever get hurt, I'll let you try them. I'll even save a couple, in case Abby runs out or something like that. We can't exactly make them here on Earth, not anymore."

"Okay."

And so they fell back into silence, him watching the blood drain from the deer and her cleaning up all her supplies. Then, she watched him as he worked, his muscles rippling as he sliced the deer into strips for her. Once he was done with that, he joined her on the long log set by the bonfire as a seat. It had been awhile since someone had actually joined her at her camp, as she tried not to let a lot of other people know where she lived, just Roan and the Blakes and Clarke. She let her hair out of the small elastic band that had held it away from her face as she had hunter, shaking out her hair. She leaned her face back, letting the sun shine onto her skin.

"I see you took my advice and put on more clothing," the Grounder said, making her open her eyes and look to him in amusement.

"Yes, I'm not swimming anymore. Plus, I'm not in the habit of letting strangers see me in the almost completely bare state you saw me in," she replied, crossing her legs.

"I figured," he chuckled, looking to her and grinning softly.

"You should get back to your clan," she said, almost pouting her lips. "You wouldn't want them to know about our... friendship."

"We're friends?" he asked, not moving to leave.

"You saved my life and just skinned a deer for me. We're acquaintances at most. But your clan wouldn't be happy with that, would they?"

He shook his head, "No, they wouldn't."

"So you should go before one of the delinquents comes to check on me. Especially now that I'm injured."

He sighed, standing up and looking down to her, "You may be banishing me from your camp, but I will still be dropping off food for you in the middle of the night. Wouldn't want the pretty girl to starve to death."

He was gone before she could explain to him that she wasn't banishing him, she was just trying to keep him safe from her friend's anger towards the Grounders and his own clan's hatred towards the Sky people. She knew he'd be back some night to drop off food so she wouldn't starve or hurt herself further while hunting, and when that night came, she'd be awake to explain what she meant to him, but for now, she would focus on the almost emptiness that she felt after him leaving her alone at the fire pit.