Knots
She watched him from her corner of the bomb shelter, his tanned hand feverishly tying knots, as if his rope was his last anchor to reality. Not that reality was a nice place to be in actually, she mused. She often wondered how the red-haired, green eyed man was still alive, for her nightmares had haunted her to the point of death, and he had killed more than she did in his games. She stood up and padded over to him, her silver eyes never leaving his curled up frame.
"Hey," she whispered softly, leaning her head on his shoulder.
"Hi yourself," he mumbled, still focused on his knots.
She snatched the rope away, hiding it behind her back. His eyes narrowed dangerously and he pounced on her.
"Give. It. Back." He hissed.
"No. Talk to me."
Knowing firsthand how stubborn the Mockingjay could be, he sighed. Laying his head in her lap, he told her of the new nightmares that kept him up. And if you were looking for Katniss Everdeen the next morning, you would find her curled up wit Finnick Odair from District 4, with the latter holding on to her for dear life.
