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“Ohhh.” The sound comes out of my mouth before I can
stop it. It’s as if the leaves are actually leaching the pain right
out of the sting.
Rue gives a giggle. “Lucky you had the sense to pull the
stingers out or you’d be a lot worse.”
“Do my neck! Do my cheek!” I almost beg.
Rue stuffs another handful of leaves in her mouth, and soon
I’m laughing because the relief is so sweet. I notice a long burn
on Rue’s forearm. “I’ve got something for that.” I set aside my
weapons and anoint her arm with the burn medicine.
“You have good sponsors,” she says longingly.
“Have you gotten anything yet?” I ask. She shakes her head.
“You will, though. Watch. The closer we get to the end, the
more people will realize how clever you are.” I turn the meat
over.
“You weren’t joking, about wanting me for an ally?” she
asks.
“No, I meant it,” I say. I can almost hear Haymitch groaning
as I team up with this wispy child. But I want her. Because
she’s a survivor, and I trust her, and why not admit it? She
reminds me of Prim.
“Okay,” she says, and holds out her hand. We shake. “It’s a
deal.”
Of course, this kind of deal can only be temporary, but neither
of us mentions that.
Rue contributes a big handful of some sort of starchy root
to the meal. Roasted over the fire, they have the sharp sweet
taste of a parsnip. She recognizes the bird, too, some wild
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