[She frowns at the book. They're useful for some things. What would she had ever done if her dad hadn't filled her mother's book of medicinal plants with information about edible ones as well? But she can't imagine learning to hunt or snare game from a book.
Katniss is reluctant to give up her perch. She's safe in the tree, far from the reach of the girl's knives. But not so far away that her own arrows cannot fly true. But people helped her here. Even when she didn't ask for it. And maybe... maybe if she helped the girl from District 2, some of her own nightmares might ebb.
She climbs down slowly, never taking her eyes off of Clove. Once on the ground, she picks up the abandoned snare and starts to fix it.]
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Katniss is reluctant to give up her perch. She's safe in the tree, far from the reach of the girl's knives. But not so far away that her own arrows cannot fly true. But people helped her here. Even when she didn't ask for it. And maybe... maybe if she helped the girl from District 2, some of her own nightmares might ebb.
She climbs down slowly, never taking her eyes off of Clove. Once on the ground, she picks up the abandoned snare and starts to fix it.]