[The nod she gives is slow and reluctant, even if the woman can't observe it through the still picture. It's thoughtful. And while the nod might not be observed, the silence is. The time she takes in thinking over what the woman has to say.
For once, these emotions are her own. The guilt and fear and worry. And the love. Especially the love. It's not an act being put on for the sake of the Hunger Games. Of survival and of protection. That alone makes for such a huge difference.
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For once, these emotions are her own. The guilt and fear and worry. And the love. Especially the love. It's not an act being put on for the sake of the Hunger Games. Of survival and of protection. That alone makes for such a huge difference.
But she doesn't know if it's enough.
Quietly,] Yeah.