You have a way with people too, Katniss thinks wryly, because he's still Peeta. The old Peeta, who could move crowds with just a sentence. Who could manipulate emotions, perceptions and thoughts with his words. Charming and more powerful than he'll ever know. But she doesn't mention this, because that speaks for a different time.

"Not at all," she says quickly in response to his question. "Come in," the hut - more like a treehouse than anything else, is small, but it's all she needs for the few hours that she is able to sleep. Katniss sets her things down on the floor inside at turns to face him, hands slipping into the pockets of her baggy pants.

"...Hi."