"You could say the same about Haymitch some days." A joke and she tries to keep her voice light even if it's hard these days. They've won, but sometimes it doesn't feel like it.

She breaks off a piece of the roll to eat herself as she clears off a space on same table Gale had been treated on in what feels like a lifetime ago. She'll leave him for only a moment to retrieve the few vials of medicine that are lurking in the house and clean rags. It's a task she's seen her mother and Prim do a hundred times over the years and the familiarity is oddly comforting despite the pang of loss that accompanies it.