[It's easier to stay awake than to go back to sleep. Than to risk that more nightmares might haunt her. Her memories have only begun to survey the dead. There are still so many more faces, so many more scenarios her dreams can haunt her with. And that's without even touching the fictional deaths her subconscious seemed to love.
Teddy's since left but she's stayed rooted to the couch. Still wrapped tightly in the white sheet, still clad in nothing but her nightgown, hair still disarray. Buttercup sits on a chair not too far away as the light begins to filter into the room. But as soon as there's sound at the door, the cat leaps off the seat and pads over to hiss at the arrival.
It's the hiss that catches Katniss' attention.]
Stupid cat. [She mumbles the words as she slowly gets up from the couch, carrying the sheet around her like a cloak. She doesn't know who might be there. Doesn't really care. Katniss kicks at Buttercup when close enough and then slowly opens the door.
To see Zevran and hear his question. She blinks, confused.] What?
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Teddy's since left but she's stayed rooted to the couch. Still wrapped tightly in the white sheet, still clad in nothing but her nightgown, hair still disarray. Buttercup sits on a chair not too far away as the light begins to filter into the room. But as soon as there's sound at the door, the cat leaps off the seat and pads over to hiss at the arrival.
It's the hiss that catches Katniss' attention.]
Stupid cat. [She mumbles the words as she slowly gets up from the couch, carrying the sheet around her like a cloak. She doesn't know who might be there. Doesn't really care. Katniss kicks at Buttercup when close enough and then slowly opens the door.
To see Zevran and hear his question. She blinks, confused.] What?