I glance up in surprise. His long, curly eyelashes have aways fascinated me. I blush slightly, as Peeta's piercing blue eyes meet mine. I step away from my work. ''I like it,'' he says, as he slides his hand into mine, ''it looks just like her.'' I've been painting Prim. There are so many details about her that I don't ever want to forget. Sure, it hurts to remember, but I have Peeta to hold me, and tell me it's ok. Because it is ok.
I lean into Peeta's chest, resting my head against it. I thank him for the cheese buns that he dropped off at my house earlier. ''I ate them all.'' He smiles slightly. ''You must have been working hard.'' We step back and look at my painting. I've never been creative, or really had the time for it. But when I look at my painting, I can really see my little sister. With her arms around her goat, Lady, smiling as only Prim could. I have no nightmares that night, simply blissful rest with Peeta's warm body against mine.