[The response catches her off guard. This time, when she has no reply, it's not due to grief. She just doesn't know how to respond. The open offer of friendship. It's not something that she's had often in her life. She can barely remember the last time someone so simply stated that they could be friends for no other reason than... than what really?
How are you even supposed to respond to something like this?
Her brows knit together as she thinks. But she really doesn't know what to say. Not really.]
[Voice]
How are you even supposed to respond to something like this?
Her brows knit together as she thinks. But she really doesn't know what to say. Not really.]
I'm Katniss.