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[little_duck]

The weather hasn't really grown any warmer, but Prim can't stand the idea of staying cooped up any longer. She's still supposed to be resting; for as many strange things that happen in Darrow, they don't have a bead on faces disappearing. Prim figures that she'll be fine. After all, she survived dying.

It wasn't anything like dying, anyway.

When she'd died, there had been flight and peace. When her face had been stolen, there had been darkness and silence.

She's so glad to be awake again.

Sitting on the fence at the edge of the land on which their house sits, Prim watches a rabbit seek out a bit of bare earth where the snow has melted away. The wind is changing; she thinks it might rain or snow. At the sound of footsteps behind her, Prim turns, a greeting on her lips.

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[little_duck]

"Of course I do," Prim says, gently scolding. "I worry about you, and you worry about me, and that's forever. I'm really glad you didn't put any arrows in the doctors." She's more serious about that than perhaps she should be.

She needs to learn how to use a weapon too, she decides in that moment. So she can threaten people on Katniss's behalf.

[vocalfuel]

"Believe me, I wanted to," I say, brow arching. Though there's a slight smile on my face, I mean it entirely. I just about lost my mind for the few days Prim was in the hospital. All things considered, I think it would have been pretty understandable if I'd snapped and gotten violent. "But I don't think they would have let me stay with you if I did, and I wasn't about to leave you alone in there."

[little_duck]

"I know." And she does. "Some day, I'm going to be the one protecting you." Prim smiles at her sister, secure for the moment. "Just you see."

After a moment, Prim asks the question that's been weighing on her. "Katniss, did Hanna come to see me? While I was unconscious?" Her stomach tightens up despite happiness of only a few moments ago. She doesn't know what she wants the answer to be.

[vocalfuel]

"She did," I say, nodding. I'm not entirely sure what happened between Hanna and my sister. Were it anyone else, I think I'd be a lot angrier about whatever it was. But Hanna isn't exactly someone I could just go fight, and difficult as it might be, I need to accept that Prim has her own life. She'll tell me what she wants to, and in her own time. "I didn't talk to her much, but she was there."

[little_duck]

Whether Prim likes it or not, that brings a little smile to her face. "She did," Prim confirms, letting her hair fall over her eyes for a minute. "She didn't say anything, though?"

She doesn't know what the correct answer to that is, but exploring the feeling with Katniss beside her seems safe.

"She was upset?"

[vocalfuel]

"She was worried about you," I say thoughtfully, glancing over at Prim. "That was about all I got." Any other time, any other circumstances and I might have tried to question her about whatever went on between them. As it was, I was too preoccupied, too scared. Now, much as I might not want to press, I can't help being curious. "You know, if you want to... talk to me about anything, I'm always here."