“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”
A little laugh escapes him at that, because she sounds so serious, and it’s bizarre. Katniss Everdeen, hunched over him in the pale moonlight, her hand on his forehead, checking to see if he feels warm.
Katniss Everdeen, with her soft lips, coaxing a pot of broth into him kiss by kiss and spoonful by spoonful. Katniss Everdeen, staying up while he rests, keeping watch. Katniss Everdeen, who tracked him down and brought him back to life.
“I’m not planning on it,” he returns, trying to inject as much cheer as he can into his voice. She looks pleased, almost, by his cooperation. The smile that he manages is sincere, and she must be pleased enough with that, because she settles in against him with a little sigh.