Slumber, my darling, the birds are at rest, The wandering dews by the flowers are caressed, Slumber, my darling, I'll wrap you up--
[She stops singing. Grey eyes go wide and fill with tears. Does she dare hope? Is she imagining this? A sound, a touch and a response - an actual response from the boy on the bed. She has to be imagining. When was the last time she even got a full night's sleep?
Too long, she knows. Since before Peeta fell ill.
Her breath catches in her throat and she tries her best to hold those tears at bay.]
Peeta? [She shouldn't. She shouldn't hope. Shouldn't wish and want this to be real.] Peeta? Can you hear me?
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The wandering dews by the flowers are caressed,
Slumber, my darling, I'll wrap you up--
[She stops singing. Grey eyes go wide and fill with tears. Does she dare hope? Is she imagining this? A sound, a touch and a response - an actual response from the boy on the bed. She has to be imagining. When was the last time she even got a full night's sleep?
Too long, she knows. Since before Peeta fell ill.
Her breath catches in her throat and she tries her best to hold those tears at bay.]
Peeta? [She shouldn't. She shouldn't hope. Shouldn't wish and want this to be real.] Peeta? Can you hear me?