Katniss Everdeen is busy reblogging squirrel pics (tindernest) wrote in wariscoming,
Her legs buckled, but she managed to catch herself with the help of Peeta’s arm around her waist. Just as she’d thought, once she’d leaned in to him she couldn’t make herself pull away again, and she let her head sink down onto his shoulder, only making the weakest effort to continue walking next to him. Peeta had always had a steadying quality to him. She remembered his hand keeping her grounded during the first tribute parade, his arms around her as she woke from nightmares, being pulled into his lap after the jabber jays had screamed with Prim’s voice during the second Quarter Quell. I just need a minute, she told herself, just to rest like this for a minute.
“We’re not in the arena,” she whispered against his shoulder, reassuring herself.
When she moved to speak, however, she pulled at the collar of his shirt, and for a moment her cheek was resting against his skin rather than the fabric of his shirt. “You’re cold,” she murmured, concerned and confused and altogether failing to consider that perhaps it was her skin that was fluctuating in temperature, flushing with heat as her fever climbed.