Katniss, for once in her life, did not care about food. She sang, trilling softly with worry, as she fluttered over to join him on the bed. She wished she had a better way to talk to him, because finally, something was worrying her more than her own life.
"What happened to you?"
Suddenly, she could speak rather than sing, and her wings were replaced by arms, and Katniss was tucked beside him on the bed, her face etched with concern.
Not that he was likely to be looking at her face. She hadn't quite realized her nudity yet.
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Date: 2011-10-19 07:11 pm (UTC)"What happened to you?"
Suddenly, she could speak rather than sing, and her wings were replaced by arms, and Katniss was tucked beside him on the bed, her face etched with concern.
Not that he was likely to be looking at her face. She hadn't quite realized her nudity yet.