[ It was hard not to be. Prim hadn't seen Peeta, not since he'd been brought back but she'd heard - heard what had happened to him, even what he'd said. Their mother hadn't wanted to tell her that but Prim had found out anyway, through overheard whispers between people that weren't whispering as quietly as they'd thought.
Prim had wanted to go to Katniss earlier, to see her, to see how she was holding up, how she was handling not only Peeta being back but what they'd done to him. But she couldn't, not with her duties. As much as she wanted to be her age, to be a sister she had responsibilities in District 13, ones that she'd agreed to.
Prim had hoped to see Katniss at dinner but either their schedules hadn't meshed up or Katniss had skipped it. If this had been anywhere else Prim would have saved food for her, to make sure that she had a little something later but this was District 13. They lived, they survived but it was strict. And as much as she liked regular meals and the safety she knew that for Katniss this kind of life, this control (especially with the rebellion) was hard for her - some days too hard.
Although Prim had gotten to bed before Katniss she hadn't been able to sleep. She was tired, physically from her work but the need to speak to her sister, the wish to hold her, comfort her as Katniss had done to her so many times during the years before her first Hunger Games was stronger. So when Katniss spoke? She was there, her answer fast, and relief that Katniss was there, and reaching out. She knew when not to push, when to only give her so much, but when Katniss came to her she gave her everything, honest and true - even if it was hard to say (and to be heard).
Climbing out of bed, and feeling around for Buttercup, Prim walked slowly in the dark, making sure her steps were light and quiet. After crossing so far Prim put her arms in front of her, reaching for her sister, or the bed; whatever she found first ]
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[ It was hard not to be. Prim hadn't seen Peeta, not since he'd been brought back but she'd heard - heard what had happened to him, even what he'd said. Their mother hadn't wanted to tell her that but Prim had found out anyway, through overheard whispers between people that weren't whispering as quietly as they'd thought.
Prim had wanted to go to Katniss earlier, to see her, to see how she was holding up, how she was handling not only Peeta being back but what they'd done to him. But she couldn't, not with her duties. As much as she wanted to be her age, to be a sister she had responsibilities in District 13, ones that she'd agreed to.
Prim had hoped to see Katniss at dinner but either their schedules hadn't meshed up or Katniss had skipped it. If this had been anywhere else Prim would have saved food for her, to make sure that she had a little something later but this was District 13. They lived, they survived but it was strict. And as much as she liked regular meals and the safety she knew that for Katniss this kind of life, this control (especially with the rebellion) was hard for her - some days too hard.
Although Prim had gotten to bed before Katniss she hadn't been able to sleep. She was tired, physically from her work but the need to speak to her sister, the wish to hold her, comfort her as Katniss had done to her so many times during the years before her first Hunger Games was stronger. So when Katniss spoke? She was there, her answer fast, and relief that Katniss was there, and reaching out. She knew when not to push, when to only give her so much, but when Katniss came to her she gave her everything, honest and true - even if it was hard to say (and to be heard).
Climbing out of bed, and feeling around for Buttercup, Prim walked slowly in the dark, making sure her steps were light and quiet. After crossing so far Prim put her arms in front of her, reaching for her sister, or the bed; whatever she found first ]