A ribbon tied into a bow. Those were the kinds of things Prim liked. Pretty things that they could never afford back before Katniss was famous, with all the trouble that brought them. She flinches when he touches her - an automatic reaction that causes her to bite down hard on her lower lip in order to keep from lashing out. It's the instinct of any Victor, who realizes that the Games aren't limited to the arena. But she lets him tie it anyways - again, without any real justification for it. It's been a long time since anyone's taken care of her, mostly because Katniss wouldn't have accepted it.

She catches his next words, even if she doesn't quite know what they mean. Whether she knows the individual words or not, Katniss still understands the meaning: the cakes were drugged. She knows the feeling very well, even if she didn't recognize it at the time. Morphling was the same way, leaving her to float until she finally drowned.

"A boy." Katniss takes a deep breath, ever watchful of him as if he might change his mind and revoke his kindness at any moment. She knows he killed that man, after all. And she knows more than anyone how the dead never leave you. "We had an argument."