The move of his hands causes her to stop and leave a fair amount of space between them. The memory of him strangling her when he returned from what the Capitol did to him is still fresh and there's no one here to stop him now should he not be able to fight remnants of the conditioning.
When his hands lower, she lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. She won't close the space between them. She misses their moments of closeness, of comfort only someone who had gone through similar horrors could provide, but she won't push for what he's not ready for.
"Small scratch, huh?" The question is meant in teasing jest, though it falls flat given the situation. "I can take a look at it. Most of my mother's medicine is gone, but there's some in the house still."
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When his hands lower, she lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. She won't close the space between them. She misses their moments of closeness, of comfort only someone who had gone through similar horrors could provide, but she won't push for what he's not ready for.
"Small scratch, huh?" The question is meant in teasing jest, though it falls flat given the situation. "I can take a look at it. Most of my mother's medicine is gone, but there's some in the house still."