There's a small wave of relief. Part of her had been worried that the answer wouldn't have been enough, but she knows that's the guilt talking. Saving Peeta or not had never been her choice to make, even if she had been led to believe otherwise.
"Come in," she prompts and leads the way into the house, only glancing back to make sure he's following her. "We can have some of the bread you made."
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Date: 2014-11-24 07:31 am (UTC)"Come in," she prompts and leads the way into the house, only glancing back to make sure he's following her. "We can have some of the bread you made."