Katniss' brows furrowed slightly; a micro-expression in which she could not prevent faster than it had came,

she couldn't particularly word or explain the feeling bubbling within her whenever she was around you. The want to protect you, the want to be closer than ever before— she didn't like it. The vunerability, the infatuation. It wasn't helpful in day-to-day settings, and it was somehow even less helpful in a life of death arena.

"You should sleep. You'll be like a zombie if you don't."