"Because it's good for you?" once upon a time, she might have returned his smile, back when they used to laugh and joke together. But it's been a long time since Katniss has smiled, so much so that maybe her muscles don't remember how, or so she thinks. Not that it really matters. Things have been miserable at best with Peeta gone, but she's not going to sit around and wallow about it. Katniss' hands grip the bark of the tree she's sitting in, running it against her skin and feeling the roughness there. It's easier to breathe here, surrounded by greenery. Easier to live, even.

He's watching her, but she isn't looking at him.