[She nodded. Friend, tribute partner. Lover. There were a lot of words that could describe what Peeta Mellark was to her. Most of the time, she had no idea which word to use. The one that didn't hurt the most, she decided. And lover still hurt too, too much.]

Friend from home. He... he was here for a while. [She paused, reaching back into her quiver for an arrow. She's not good at opening up to strangers. Not about matters of importance.] But he lost a leg when he was sixteen. Which is why he had the prosthetic.