[It's easy to fall asleep in his arms even without covers or clothing cladding their bodies. Peeta has a warmth all of his own, one better than any blanket could be. And when he doesn't ask anymore questions, she feels content that there is no more that needs to be said tonight.
There are no nightmares that night. No dreams of lost children or mutts. She sleeps soundly, head pillowed against Peeta's chest, on arm draped over his stomach. Exhausted and at peace for the first time since arriving in Luceti.]
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There are no nightmares that night. No dreams of lost children or mutts. She sleeps soundly, head pillowed against Peeta's chest, on arm draped over his stomach. Exhausted and at peace for the first time since arriving in Luceti.]