A WEEK AGO: “What happened?” “You almost died, Heda.” “Clarke-” “Is safe back in Polis.” “Where am I? My people need me.” “You need not worry about that for now, Heda.”
The sound of pounding feet alerted Lexa to possible trouble in the dining room. She quickly rounded the corner from the kitchen and stopped in her tracks, fighting a grin.
“Cheese and crackers, what’s all this noise?” she asked the hyperactive four-year-old, kneeling down at eye level.
Jacqueline paused in her tracks, proudly showing off her costume. “I’m Supergirl! I’m saving the world!”
“Okay, Supergirl. Why don’t you start by helping me save dinner before Mommy Clarke gets home?”
Jacqueline considered it and sighed, “Okay. What would you do without me?”
“Perish, probably,” Lexa giggled, scooping her into her arms.