[Instinctively, Katniss is annoyed by being plowed into, and she huffs as she steps away from the person that offended her personal space. She turns around to say something about how they should watch where they're going, but the sight of the other girl's hair causes her to take pause and gape.
An image of a child, one with braided, pale hair and a sad smile enters her head. She has no idea who this girl is supposed to be, but she can feel that maybe she's supposed to be important. But given that no recognition sparks at the image, she shakes it off and forces herself to stop gaping.]
I'm not hurt, so don't waste your breath worrying.
[She murmurs out a response, her tone gentle enough, and holds out a hand to help the other girl up. Now that the connection has been made of this person to the girl that just flashed in her mind, she feels obligated to assist.]
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An image of a child, one with braided, pale hair and a sad smile enters her head. She has no idea who this girl is supposed to be, but she can feel that maybe she's supposed to be important. But given that no recognition sparks at the image, she shakes it off and forces herself to stop gaping.]
I'm not hurt, so don't waste your breath worrying.
[She murmurs out a response, her tone gentle enough, and holds out a hand to help the other girl up. Now that the connection has been made of this person to the girl that just flashed in her mind, she feels obligated to assist.]