"Hmmmm." She took another sip, before sinking back in the chair.

It was, she was pretty sure, the first time Haymitch had seen her with anything but perfect posture. But she also knew Haymitch didn't put much stock into the image she kept well maintained. She nudge her shoes off and pulled her feet up and nursed the drink and tried not to think about the last few months.

"You take care of those children." She finally said softly.

She had learned to become unattached to tributes early. She tried to help them, when she could, but manners and presentation really only got you so far. Haymitch had been a victor before she started...and since then the only time she'd even had hope was Katniss and Peeta. And now...

Well, they were still both alive, at least.