Katniss, for her part, was not inside. She was hardly ever indoors, because the feeling of four walls around her was stifling rather than secure. It was a place to sleep and nothing more, just a place to drop her stuff off - which was what she was doing now. Having dropped off her game to the kitchens, there's an empty canvas bag bunched in her hands and a bow strapped across her back as she emerges from the forest, Buttercup at her side.

The cat smells him before she can see him, and goes bounding off. Katniss doesn't follow, assuming that it's just Buttercup being...Buttercup, but as she pushes back the last bits of brush she sees Peeta standing there. With the cat nuzzling his legs. Probably because he looks like Prim, she thinks to herself, moving closer.

"He likes you better than me," Katniss remarks as she opens the door to her hut, biting down on her bottom lip as she holds it ajar - a silent invitation for Peeta to come in. The sketchbook and pencils had told her all that she needed to know, but it still couldn't stop the guilt and the rapid beating of her heart that begun every time she saw him. Despite her best attempts to shut herself off from all emotion, anything that reminded her of home provided a maelstrom of them, and Peeta more than anything.