[He turns, blinking in surprise. Her skin was just as scarred as his, but he couldn't help but admire the way the moon left shadows around her face.
She wasn't the same Katniss he had stood on stage with, or kissed in the snow, or gave the locket. She was different. But still beautiful to him.
It saddened him that a small part of him still panicked upon seeing her. He runs a hand across his face, still shaking a bit from the episode in the kitchen.]
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She wasn't the same Katniss he had stood on stage with, or kissed in the snow, or gave the locket. She was different. But still beautiful to him.
It saddened him that a small part of him still panicked upon seeing her. He runs a hand across his face, still shaking a bit from the episode in the kitchen.]
Nightmares?