[There's a beat of hesitation that's followed up with a quirk of her lips. It's not that Lexa had been seeking praise—she's not really the type of person who requires it—but the smile itself is acknowledgement enough of his words.]
And what of your people? Are they all like you? Or have they lost a great warrior in the process?
[Praise for praise, like a political exchange that Lexa herself can't overlook. But still, it's apparent that he prefers to take himself to his limits. That's more than enough for her to work with.]
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And what of your people? Are they all like you? Or have they lost a great warrior in the process?
[Praise for praise, like a political exchange that Lexa herself can't overlook. But still, it's apparent that he prefers to take himself to his limits. That's more than enough for her to work with.]