Peeta returns Quickbeak's nod before she flies off, amazed at the fact that he just had a conversation with a crow.
He didn't miss Sarge's whine, and he's tearing off a hunk of bread for him when Daine relays Quickbeak's thanks - and Peeta's new name. The boy with the bread echoes in his mind and for the space of a heartbeat he is that boy again, tossing burned bread to a starving girl. He can feel the cool rain on his swelling cheek, smell the scent of damp earth mingling with that of the bakery. Then he blinks, and with only a slight hesitation to indicate his inner thoughts, hands the bread to Daine.
"That's me," he says, a wry smile on his lips. He tears off another bit of bread and offers it to Molly, who takes it gently from his fingers. "Should I leave any for the others?" he asks Daine, waving a hand in the direction Quickbeak took.
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He didn't miss Sarge's whine, and he's tearing off a hunk of bread for him when Daine relays Quickbeak's thanks - and Peeta's new name. The boy with the bread echoes in his mind and for the space of a heartbeat he is that boy again, tossing burned bread to a starving girl. He can feel the cool rain on his swelling cheek, smell the scent of damp earth mingling with that of the bakery. Then he blinks, and with only a slight hesitation to indicate his inner thoughts, hands the bread to Daine.
"That's me," he says, a wry smile on his lips. He tears off another bit of bread and offers it to Molly, who takes it gently from his fingers. "Should I leave any for the others?" he asks Daine, waving a hand in the direction Quickbeak took.