He felt his temper flare when Lexa rebuked Clarke's offer of help and just stood there. Bellamy wasn't sure what he was expecting - maybe a bigger display of gratitude or relief or something. He tried not to let the anger show on his face and, instead, gathered up his hatchet and prepared to go. He didn't have to like Lexa or her aloof attitude, he just had to made sure she got back to the house in one piece. He flexed his fingers, splaying them out and looking over them. He couldn't feel the movement and his reaction time was slower than usual. That wasn't good. Bellamy didn't say anything, though. This place didn't seem to have any people that were out to attack others - at least, not that he'd seen or heard of - so maybe a delayed reaction time wouldn't be that big a deal.
Bellamy watched Clarke, looking her over to make sure she was alright. Lexa had been dry up until this point, so he was sure she was fine. Not that he particularly cared either way, so long as her state of being didn't impact his or Clarke's. He moved closer to the blonde and nodded when Lexa said they needed to go, pretending it didn't bother him that she was bossing the people that came to rescue her. Maybe Clarke understood her and didn't mind the prickly attitude, but he sure as hell didn't.
"I'll follow," he offered with a nod. That way he could make sure they were keeping a good pace and neither Clarke nor Lexa would fall behind. They started off, making their way out of the forest and back toward town. Bellamy kept silent, his focus on Clarke moreso than Lexa. Though at one point, he surprised even himself when he reached out to steady Lexa when she stumbled, his hand on her elbow. The grounder only offered him a blank look before they pressed on. The things he did for Clarke. He couldn't find it in himself to be too angry though. It was exhausting and it was harder to concentrate on stuff like that. Once they were into town, Bellamy realized he wasn't shivering anymore. From how cold he felt, he was pretty sure that wasn't a good thing, but he couldn't be too bothered to care. They just needed to get home.
Out of the forest and onto the streets, Bellamy found his own pace slowing down despite himself. His legs felt like lead. He trailed behind the women, trying his hardest to keep up an appropriate pace. Thunder cracked, vibrating the ground, and a flash of lightning lit up the entire sky, making it seem like daylight for a heartbeat. Wasn't rain supposed to turn to snow or whatever, after a certain temperature? Wasn't it weird that it wasn't happening to this storm? Bellamy distractedly thought it was strange, but who was he to comment on Earth weather? He'd only been living on the ground for a few months. At least they were almost home.