Every time, Prim has come back and every time she makes sure that Katniss knows how much she loves and appreciates her sister. It's good for Prim to have things to do on her own, but she always misses Katniss and she knows Katniss misses her.

"Nuh-uh," Prim protests, sounding like the sassy child she never was. "You could teach a kitten how to hunt. I'm sure it would be better."

Especially if Katniss doesn't try to drown any others.

Prim digs her toes into the water, wincing a little as the salt touches a burn on her ankle. "Do you think we could go swimming when we get home?" she asks, thinking of the lake just past District Twelve. It's a bit of a journey into the woods, but she thinks maybe a little water would be good for her. Katniss, too. And Peeta of course. All of them, really.

That and Prim just needs something else to do, honestly. Today has not been a good day -- well, it has in so much as she has enjoyed every moment of her time with Annie, Finnick, and Katniss; her mind has just been very mean and she spent most of the day keeping busy to push away the guilt. Maybe some time in a new place, swimming to help her body heal, would be good for her mind as well.