She nodded lightly, smiling softly. "I'm more all right than I've been," she promised quietly, pressing a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. She still ached, but it was some far-away part of her. Right now, the living, breathing girl was more important than the burnt mockingjay, and it hadn't been that way in months.
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Date: 2011-10-20 05:20 am (UTC)