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“Better than yesterday. This is an enormous improvement
over the mud,” he says. “Clean clothes and medicine and a
sleeping bag . . . and you.”
Oh, right, the whole romance thing. I reach out to touch his
cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips. I
remember my father doing this very thing to my mother and I
wonder where Peeta picked it up. Surely not from his father
and the witch.
“No more kisses for you until you’ve eaten,” I say.
We get him propped up against the wall and he obediently
swallows the spoonfuls of the berry mush I feed him. He refuses
the groosling again, though.
“You didn’t sleep,” Peeta says.
“I’m all right,” I say. But the truth is, I’m exhausted.
“Sleep now. I’ll keep watch. I’ll wake you if anything happens,”
he says. I hesitate. “Katniss, you can’t stay up forever.”
He’s got a point there. I’ll have to sleep eventually. And
probably better to do it now when he seems relatively alert
and we have daylight on our side. “All right,” I say. “But just
for a few hours. Then you wake me.”
It’s too warm for the sleeping bag now. I smooth it out on
the cave floor and lie down, one hand on my loaded bow in
case I have to shoot at a moment’s notice. Peeta sits beside
me, leaning against the wall, his bad leg stretched out before
him, his eyes trained on the world outside. “Go to sleep,” he
says softly. His hand brushes the loose strands of my hair off
my forehead. Unlike the staged kisses and caresses so far, this
gesture seems natural and comforting. I don’t want him to
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