[ It hurts when she hugs him. Not physically. The bruises and broken skin are all healed as if they'd never happened. It's a deeper pain, because this confirms what he'd been afraid of. He was dead. He was dead and here, with wings, and this wasn't where he wanted her to be at all.
But he can hear that pain in her voice, and he doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her and hold her tight, doing his best to keep his own agitation low and controlled. He even tries to force a bit of levity in into his voice, though his success is limited. ]
Katniss, darling. We only pretended you were designing. Don't try to take all the credit.
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But he can hear that pain in her voice, and he doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her and hold her tight, doing his best to keep his own agitation low and controlled. He even tries to force a bit of levity in into his voice, though his success is limited. ]
Katniss, darling. We only pretended you were designing. Don't try to take all the credit.