[It's a glimpse out of the corner of her eye, but she sees it. The slight tremor of his hand when he offers her his arm. She's taken back, for a second, to the first time they held hands. The nerves and fears and excitement of he chariot ride, presenting themselves as a united front, two tributes agreeing to be seen as a team. There's no one to see them now as she links her arm in his. No one to know how his own nerves soothe here. He's nervous, too. Peeta, who rarely ever seems that way.]
[action]
Yeah.
[More ready than she would have ever expected.]