Trying had been easier than Prim had first thought, and she was relieved to see that she had made progress with something new, and that she wasn't horrible with it. The others were happy for her, even Katniss and Prim couldn't help but smile and take her sister's advice. Katniss was the most important to her, the older girl's opinions, her feelings were what she took into account with just about every decision she made. She knew that things had been rocky between them over the last few days, but the blonde hoped they could put that behind them. Even with that worry fresh in her mind, Gale's encouragement made things easier. He was there for her, someone to lean on and she truly appreciated that, she just hoped she could be the same kind of support for him when things got tough. 

“Good luck over there,” Prim said, smiling to Katniss before she left for a second round with the simulator. Needing a break herself, she gladly walked along with Gale to get some water. She accepted the cup from him and took a long drink, listening as Gale spoke. Prim remembered who he was talking about, that girl from 2, Clove, who had nearly killed Katniss if it hadn't been for Thresh coming to her rescue at the last minute. Prim had barely been able to breathe when she had watched it the first time, and even thinking of it made her anxious. Gale had a point, however, and Prim knew that she would be able to help her sister this time, no one would be throwing knives at Katniss.

As everyone went their separate ways, Haymitch headed off too. He wanted to get in more practice with his ax, and even thought that sparring with Chaff or maybe one of the new Careers would be a good idea. Although his attitude about these upcoming Games had mostly been relaxed so far—no freakout on the train, no defiant sulking, and no goading the other victors into a fight—Haymitch still felt that he had something to prove. He didn't want to make himself an easy target once they got into the arena, and although he was in much better shape than some of the other winners, he didn't want to take it easy. Day one had been conversation, but day two was action.

Through the rest of the morning and into the early afternoon before lunch, Haymitch got in a good work out, lifted some weights and almost had Chaff talked into a sparring match. Finally, it was time for lunch and Haymitch headed to the cafeteria with the other former mentors, the same ones he hung around year after year. Johanna and Finnick were sticking close and Haymitch had made mention earlier in the day that something was being worked. He would have to explain later, and although he didn't want to talk about anything in the cafeteria where anyone could be listening, there wasn't many more opportunities. Tributes from other districts weren't allowed to fraternize outside of training and social events, the Capitol had been very strict on that rule for as long as Haymitch could remember.

“So, what's going on?” Finnick asked in a hushed voice as he leisurely ate his Capitol-approved lunch. 

The man from 4 looked suspicious and Haymitch frowned. “I don't know yet. Peeta wants to talk to me later.”

Johanna scoffed, her eyes rolling, “I don't have much faith in him. You didn't even think he was going to live last year.”

“He's a smart kid,” Haymitch insisted. “We have to trust someone on the inside. Why not him?” 

Back in the training area, Prim had just finished up a morning filled with knives. She had learned quite a bit from the woman running the station and was catching on fairly quickly. As long as she didn't think that one day soon the dummy targets would become people, the blonde was able to easily focus and hit her marks. Not every throw was perfect, and there were many times that she had missed the target entirely, but she was always learning something. The different stances were the easiest to get down, and learning how hard or fast to fling her wrist was trial and error, but in a morbid sort of way, Prim could say that she was having fun.

Earlier, when she had been taking a second water break, Gale had invited her to have lunch back in the suite with him and Katniss and Prim agreed. She wanted to talk to Katniss about their fight, or at least just apologize for hurting the older girl's feelings. As it was, her feelings had been hurt as well but Prim didn't think it was appropriate to try and hash out who had been more upset between the two of them. It was easier to just apologize and move on, not cause any stress for anyone before the Games so they could all concentrate on doing well and improving. 

The training area had steadily emptied out for lunch and Prim had just finished learned a few basic self defense moves when she realized that Katniss and Gale were probably already upstairs. Prim toweled off the sweat from her forehead and took the elevator up to the top floor. She was alone this time, no Careers to try and intimidate her, and Prim was in a very good mood as the doors parted and she stepped into the suite. The Avoxes had already started to set up lunch, and Prim looked around for Gale and Katniss, positive that she wasn't early.

“Hey,” she said, finally finding her sister. It was a little awkward, but being spoken to again was some encouragement. Prim walked over and wrapped her arms around Katniss, giving her a tight hug. She was sorry for the way she had acted, and for taking out her anger on the older girl. “Can this fight be over? I love you, and I hate...whatever yesterday was.” The truth was, Prim needed Katniss, she needed her sister to be on her side.