This was what being the sign of the rebellion meant. Your friends died, your family dies, your people died, just for knowing you.

Her hand gripped Peeta's tightly as she nodded, trying to process Delly's answer. Or maybe tuck it away to process later. When the two of them were alone again.

Before she could speak again they were at the front of the line and being shuffled forward to get their share of less than appetizing looking food.

"You should have had some before Greasy Sae got into the kitchen." Delly whisper conspiratorially.