[She grips tightly, slowly and carefully helping him to her feet. She's had practice at this. At getting Peeta through the first arena when he was so sick and injured. At helping Gale back to her home after the whipping he took in the square. Long ago, both events. But never ever far from her mind.
She passes him her bow quietly, placing it in his free hand in indicating he use it as a cane. It's a good bow, study. But if it breaks under this use, she'll survive. There's no sentimental value attached to it.
Not like there is to making certain Jim gets back in one piece.
Her arm is wrapped around his waist and she does her best to ignore the feel of skin until he jokes. And she automatically blushes, suddenly all too aware of how little he's wearing once again.]
It's... [She stutters the word. Lighten the mood. It could help, right?] I've seen it before.
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She passes him her bow quietly, placing it in his free hand in indicating he use it as a cane. It's a good bow, study. But if it breaks under this use, she'll survive. There's no sentimental value attached to it.
Not like there is to making certain Jim gets back in one piece.
Her arm is wrapped around his waist and she does her best to ignore the feel of skin until he jokes. And she automatically blushes, suddenly all too aware of how little he's wearing once again.]
It's... [She stutters the word. Lighten the mood. It could help, right?] I've seen it before.