"Sure. I mean, it might not look like much, but you can watch if you want." Or it might look spectacular, for all she knows; she generally has her eyes shut. But whatever it looks like, it'll be brief, so she doesn't want to make any implicit promises.

It's nice up here, in the full sun. She's aware that she needs to pace herself, especially after the past two days she's had, but anything she does will be easier up here than it was elsewhere in the building.

Except the door is metal. Damn. Even in full sun, she's done enough work today that the prospect of large-scale metal transmutation is pretty daunting. "Huh," she says to herself, running her fingertips over the door's surface.

… The door's painted surface. Okay, maybe she can work with this, after all. She presses her hands against the door, shuts her eyes, and gives the thin layer of paint a careful, gentle push.

With her eyes shut, she isn't privy to the way the ward blooms into being, bright gold swirling up out of the dull grey hue the door was painted with. But when she opens her eyes, she can admire the finished product. There's a faint, responsive ping against her fingertips when she runs them over the ward, and she glances back at Peeta with a smile. "So, yeah. This is what it should look like."