"Through the woods," she replies, somehow knowing what he's asking even without Gale having to elaborate. After years of having conversations with him, it's something she's picked up. Subtle patterns in the way he speaks, the way he moves. She knows him inside and out, and it made the end of the war that much more painful because of it. "By the lake. But the merchants...Peeta's- he..." it hurts to talk about Peeta, so she cuts herself off, hands rising to the sides of her face, pressing hard on temples as her eyes squeeze shut.