He worked as quickly as he could, hacking away at the tree. The bark was unforgiving and every time the hatchet made contact, Bellamy felt it jar through his entire body. What he could feel of it, anyway. He was sweating - if that was even possible - and he was sure it was only making it worse. But he couldn't stop now. He had to see this through. Clarke called out to Lexa, and he kept working. He listened for the grounder to call back and was surprised to find he was relieved when she did - her voice clear. It meant they weren't out here for nothing, and while Bellamy didn't care for Lexa himself, he knew Clarke couldn't really handle anymore death.
He ripped away another branch, tossing it aside. With each swing, he wasn't sure how much strength he was putting behind them anymore. Maybe less and less, it was hard to tell. He kept swinging, though his frustration mounted the more words came from the woman in the cave. He paused at one point, panting heavily, as Lexa warned that they would die if they stayed out here much longer. Did she have to be so damn stoic all the time? How about a little gratitude? He growled, sending a glare in her general direction before he continued on. He didn't need her telling them that dying from exposure was a real possibility. He knew that before they ever stepped foot outside of their home.
Ripping away another handful of branches, Bellamy used a lower, wider branch to step up and peer over the fallen tree. "Well, I guess it's our lucky day," he grunted. He cut through a few more branches before tossing his hatchet aside and out of the way. "Look's like that's all it'll take." He looked in Clarke's direction and nodded. "Now let's get the hell out of here." He looked through the opening he'd created and managed to find the outline of Lexa's figure in the cave. He tipped his chin and then stepped back, dropping down onto the ground, and was surprised when his legs almost buckled. Bellamy recovered almost instantly, in a way that he was certain went unnoticed, and he stepped away from the entrance to allow Lexa to come through.
"Almost in the clear, Princess," he said, the words halting and clumsy through his chattering teeth.