On the other side of the suite, Prim was unaware of the conversation about her between Katniss and Gale. Instead, she was focused on getting the temperature of the water in the bathtub exactly right. The Capitol offered so many more settings on the faucet aside from the standard hot and cold that she was used to at home. Getting to choose had been a new thing, and before Katiss won the Games, their family had to make due with heating water over a fire and pouring it into a larger bucket. Bathing wasn't something that Prim had considered a luxury until they had moved to the Victor's Village, and now she couldn't get enough of it. The bath was large too, deep like a swimming pool but still inviting. After she had gotten the water just right, Prim stripped down and sunk deeply into the tub.

The hot water soaked off all of Prim's worries and fears, but one thing remained and that was Peeta's plan. She took a deep breath, the water was up to her neck and soon over her head as she tried to shake the doubt from her mind. It was difficult, as there was so much that could go wrong in seven days and the Games hadn't even started yet. Peeta could be found out, they all could, and there was no telling what the Capitol would do if they found out that a group of tributes, more than simply Katniss, were planning to rebel. The blonde surfaced once more and pushed her wet hair away from her face before settling back against the tub, shoulders resting comfortably as she closed her eyes.

Slowly, the water began to cool off and Prim decided to get out of the tub before the water went from comfortably tepid to unpleasantly chilly. After pulling the stopper on the tub, she got out and wrapped herself in a fluffy, white towel. The mirrors in the bathroom were still fogged over and Prim wiped a hand across the surface so she could see to brush the tangles from her hair, and then went through her routine to get ready for bed. She was tired from a long day, and like the others in the suite, was looking forward to a less chaotic morning and sleeping in.

Back in her room, Prim got dressed in a pair of black shorts and a sleeveless top of the same color and soft, cotton fabric. She was still warm from the bath, but when she sat down on her bed she found that she wasn't tired yet, and her legs felt restless, like she needed to walk. The real problem was her concern for Peeta's plan and the knowledge that she couldn't tell Katniss or Haymitch, or anyone else who wasn't already part of the alliance. One person she could talk to, however, was Gale, and Prim quickly left her room to see if he was still awake.

The best part of a massage was that Haymitch didn't have to talk to anyone, he could turn everything off and simply relax. Johanna had been right, he was high-strung and that came from the worry and stress of going back into the Games for a second time. He didn't like to admit it, but he was still afraid of death, and more than that, he worried about what could happen to Katniss. Peeta's vague plan had done nothing to reassure him, and he was more angry than anything over being kept in the dark because of what Snow [i]could[/i] do. Haymitch considered himself useful now that he was sober, so he didn't understand why Peeta didn't think to include him, even if Katniss's participation was going to be an issue.

After all of the tension had been rubbed out of his muscles, Haymitch thanked the masseuse and went for a quick shower. It was the most relaxed that he had been in a long time, and after washing off the lavender-scented oil that was very unlike him, Haymitch got dressed in some black pants and a white t-shirt to sleep in before returning to his room.

When he opened the door, he expected to see a lonely bed, but Katniss had made herself comfortable. Haymitch raised an eyebrow, not understanding what she was doing, or why, but if her being there wasn't going to change anything between them, then Haymitch didn't have a problem with letting her stay. “Did you forget where your room's at?” he asked, quietly thinking that he could get used to seeing her in his bed night after night. If they could make it out of the arena, it was a possibly reality. “Or are my books just more interesting?” he asked, noticing that the volume he had been reading on knot tying was no longer placed on the bedside table. 

It looked like Katniss had something on her mind, and Haymitch always wanted to know what she was thinking, or how he could point her in the right direction. Sober Haymitch was much more helpful, so much so that it annoyed him sometimes, but he wanted Katniss's life to be easy. “What's up?” he asked, giving her knee a tap with his knuckle. 

Outside of Gale's door, Prim didn't hesitate like she normally would have. She knocked once and then let herself in, a little bit of Katniss's impatience showing through. “Are you awake, or do you have a minute to talk?” she asked, seeing that Gale hadn't yet climbed beneath his covers yet. “Because I keep thinking about this afternoon, about...Peeta and,” the blonde paused, unsure if they should really be talking about it. The only people around were the Avoxes, and even if they happened to hear something outside of the walls, they couldn't speak a word of it. “Do you think it could work? We could go home?” She sat down beside Gale, blue eyes focused on his reaction, his interpretation of it all.