[There's no mistaking the excitement on her face when he holds out the bow to her. Excitement she hasn't felt since before Peeta left. She accepts the bow without hesitation and curves her fingers around the grip. The bow is clearly better make than her own simple weapon. More akin to the ones the Capitol provided in the Hunger Games.
Her fingers brush the bow gently, plucking the string curiously. It's good quality. Very good quality.
Inspection done, she hands it back to him.] You didn't get this here, did you?
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Her fingers brush the bow gently, plucking the string curiously. It's good quality. Very good quality.
Inspection done, she hands it back to him.] You didn't get this here, did you?