There was a very soft knock on the doorframe. Then, depending upon Katniss' location in the room, she might see a slightly excessive tray of moddable food before she saw a Wesley hoping to be invited in. Then again, that alone might make it a bit obvious that there was a Wesley standing there. He was predictable.
"Come in?" she said, and the slight lilt to her statement was unintentional; she just wasn't sure whether he'd want to. Even if he had brought her food. "How are you?"
Karla highly doubted that Katniss was up to seeing her yet. Hell's fire, Karla wasn't certain if Katniss ever would be. The only thing she was certain of? That Katniss wouldn't be sleeping. And that lack of sleep would be horribly detrimental for her.
After a while of trying to figure out what to do, Karla eventually put together a small basket of teas. Honey, lavender, chamomile...all teas that would help Katniss sleep and a bit of Craft to ensure that sleep was dreamless. Tucked into the basket was a note: Brew a cup or two before bed. Non-narcotic, non-addictive. No dreams, either.
Not the most restful sleep ever, but better than nothing, which was what Karla was betting Katniss was getting now.
Karla set the box down in front of Katniss's door and knocked loudly. Then darted down the hall towards the stairs. Maybe Katniss wouldn't open the door until Karla was safely out of sight.
[Feel free to have Katniss catch her or just open the door for the tea!]
No such luck for Karla. Considering how jumpy Katniss had been, it was a wonder it even took that long for her to answer the door.
"Running away from me?" she called softly after her. While she didn't want to see Karla, really, she wasn't going to ingest something without talking to the person who made it, either. These were her thoughts as she knelt a bit to pick up the basket.
Karla stopped and sighed before slowly turning around to face Katniss. "Not exactly," she said. "But I'm assuming I'm not high up on the list of people you want to see right now. Figured it might be easier all the way around if I wasn't there when you opened the door."
"Mmm." Katniss was being good and not commenting on just how little indeed she had wanted to see Karla. She wasn't ready. Or she thought she wasn't, anyway. She'd been wrong about her readiness a lot, lately. "What are these?" she asked, waving vaguely with the basket.
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And she had been eating. Just not, you know, today.
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Maybe a bit more convincing when it was just one or two things, Wes. With a whole tray you tended to lose credibility.
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After a while of trying to figure out what to do, Karla eventually put together a small basket of teas. Honey, lavender, chamomile...all teas that would help Katniss sleep and a bit of Craft to ensure that sleep was dreamless. Tucked into the basket was a note: Brew a cup or two before bed. Non-narcotic, non-addictive. No dreams, either.
Not the most restful sleep ever, but better than nothing, which was what Karla was betting Katniss was getting now.
Karla set the box down in front of Katniss's door and knocked loudly. Then darted down the hall towards the stairs. Maybe Katniss wouldn't open the door until Karla was safely out of sight.
[Feel free to have Katniss catch her or just open the door for the tea!]
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"Running away from me?" she called softly after her. While she didn't want to see Karla, really, she wasn't going to ingest something without talking to the person who made it, either. These were her thoughts as she knelt a bit to pick up the basket.
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