Now that the ball had come, and was close to going, Prim knew that the time she would have alone with Gale would be limited. There weren't many days of training left, and they were coming up on having to impress the Gamemakers, and then all of Panem on interview night. Prim had never spoken in front of a crowd before, or rather, not one as big as Caesar Flickerman's audience, and she was a bit nervous about it. Interview night also brought the Games that much closer and although Prim knew that she had made a lot of progress and finally felt better about defending herself, what would happen in the arena was uncertain. She had people to protect, and she had to help hold the alliance together while keeping it a secret from Katniss for seven days all while people tried to murder her. It was a lot of pressure, and not something that Prim knew how to prepare for.

Another fear that was starting to cause her a great deal of anxiety was the possibility of being separated from Gale, Katniss and Haymitch once the Games began. While Prim knew that she was capable of taking care of herself, she knew that people always survived longer in groups. If she were to lose Gale, or her sister at the start of the Games, or any other point, the blonde girl doubted that she would be able to think of anything else. Distractions such as that, as Haymitch would have pointed out, could easily cost a tribute their life. Prim didn't want to go out that way, she wanted to see Peeta's plan through to the end and escape with those she loved and cared for.

“I don't either,” Prim agreed. Once they were in the arena, there would be cameras on them at all times and she knew that the Capitol would want to see how the four of them were faring in the arena, especially she and Gale when they both meant so much to Katniss. While there was still time, Prim wanted to spend time with Gale, and make memories that she could hang onto when things got rough. She smiled softly as Gale traced a lazy pattern against her skin and she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, keeping them close for the time being. “No one's stopping you,” she said, agreeing again. She was happy with Gale and she wanted the moment to last for as long as it possibly could. Prim pressed another kiss to his lips as her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck. 

“We should go soon, though,” she mentioned, “upstairs...” Mostly because the garden wasn't an ideal place to be so open about their relationship and anyone could have walked by and come across them.