[The next morning, she's still reluctant to get out of bed. To leave Peeta's side. But she doesn't try to fight the sun this time. Doesn't fight against her normal routine. Today is a hunting day. The honeymoon is over.
She places a light kiss on Peeta's lip before slipping out of bed, showering, dressing. She checks on the condition of her arrows and restrings her bow, determined to make up for the lack of work yesterday. It's only last minute does she think of checking the journal - making certain Cato hasn't announced anything else - and sees his message. She scribbles one back:]
I'll make it.
[True to her word this time, she's at the station when she said she'd be. Earlier in fact. She leans against the building, fingers running against the fletching of an arrow as she waits. She looks up every now and then, not one to be taken by surprise.]
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She places a light kiss on Peeta's lip before slipping out of bed, showering, dressing. She checks on the condition of her arrows and restrings her bow, determined to make up for the lack of work yesterday. It's only last minute does she think of checking the journal - making certain Cato hasn't announced anything else - and sees his message. She scribbles one back:]
I'll make it.
[True to her word this time, she's at the station when she said she'd be. Earlier in fact. She leans against the building, fingers running against the fletching of an arrow as she waits. She looks up every now and then, not one to be taken by surprise.]