Katniss reached out and touched his hand. Slowly, she pulled it close and placed it upon her cheek gently. Before, she would never have reached out willingly to Peeta, but after everything they had been through, Katniss could think of no one else to reach out for. Her mother hadn't come back to 12-not that Katniss could blame her after Prim's death-and Gale had chosen another district to reside in after Katniss figured out his weapons were the ones who killed Prim. There was just too much pain there to be faced without a moment's reprieve to heal.
"Yeah. Slowly..." The words faded from her lips and she smiled faintly at him. "We can do it here. Maybe..." Katniss wasn't sure. She had just been getting use to life in 12 again with Peeta when she was pulled here. Could she start over again? She had Prim now. Surly, things would be better and maybe easier now?