The pearl is now secured around Katniss's neck, and reaching for it becomes part of her muscle memory. Her token closest to the heart. When nursing her daughter, as if second nature, the baby is drawn to fidget with it, hand tiny and round with its delicate fingers opening and closing around the piece. Her son whenever lulled to sleep in her arms, eyelids close, already seeing the colors of simpler realms, has his hand clasped on the small pendant. Katniss is never sure whether the habit of holding on to the pearl has been passed to her babies the way kids so often copy their parents, or if her feelings have been spilled when she was cradling them so close.
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