Prim can't quite help the smile that pulls at her mouth at Alcide's joke. At least she hopes that it's a joke. She wouldn't want to be the reason that anybody gets in trouble; she's done too much of that already. And lord knows that Katniss would be enough of a hand full if anything happened, just on her own. "I wouldn't want you to do anything that might get you in trouble." She can't hold in the comment, but there's kindness to her words that stems from the sort of person that she just and a smile that lingers, getting the joke somewhat, but also coming from a real place of concern at the same time.
She doesn't truly know Alcide, but she sure feels like she does. She knows that he is the sort of person that is good when it all boils down to his core, so despite the fact that he can be gruff and emotional it comes from a good place; she felt that much in her...dream, his memory. She can see the relief that Sookie isn't here and it reinforces the knowledge of Alcide's death in the back of her mind...the betrayal that lead to him leaving the world before his time. It doesn't matter that he's older than her because it still wasn't his time.
"I don't, not really..." Prim says, clarifying herself as best she can. "My dream last night...and what I think were your memories." Prim offers up, reaching up to put her hand on his arm, unable to be hard or anything but kind when she...experienced something that wasn't her's, and that feels very much like a violation of his mind, in some ways. "I dreamed that I was you, I guess, is the best way I can explain it. You were talking to her and she was wearing...rabbit ears...at first, you were being sweet and open about what you wanted and then...it skipped ahead to... well, when you were shot and everything leading up to it." Prim looks down, feeling awful about saying it all outright like that It's not easy to hold it in, though. Her hand falls, just feeling bad.
"I don't know how, or even if it's real, honestly, but since you're here I felt like I had to tell you and be honest. Because if it is real...it's not fair that I, somehow, got your...memories the way that I did." Prim may be young, but she's not stupid. And she thinks. A lot, even if there are some out there, at least back home, that might not realize it.
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She doesn't truly know Alcide, but she sure feels like she does. She knows that he is the sort of person that is good when it all boils down to his core, so despite the fact that he can be gruff and emotional it comes from a good place; she felt that much in her...dream, his memory. She can see the relief that Sookie isn't here and it reinforces the knowledge of Alcide's death in the back of her mind...the betrayal that lead to him leaving the world before his time. It doesn't matter that he's older than her because it still wasn't his time.
"I don't, not really..." Prim says, clarifying herself as best she can. "My dream last night...and what I think were your memories." Prim offers up, reaching up to put her hand on his arm, unable to be hard or anything but kind when she...experienced something that wasn't her's, and that feels very much like a violation of his mind, in some ways. "I dreamed that I was you, I guess, is the best way I can explain it. You were talking to her and she was wearing...rabbit ears...at first, you were being sweet and open about what you wanted and then...it skipped ahead to... well, when you were shot and everything leading up to it." Prim looks down, feeling awful about saying it all outright like that It's not easy to hold it in, though. Her hand falls, just feeling bad.
"I don't know how, or even if it's real, honestly, but since you're here I felt like I had to tell you and be honest. Because if it is real...it's not fair that I, somehow, got your...memories the way that I did." Prim may be young, but she's not stupid. And she thinks. A lot, even if there are some out there, at least back home, that might not realize it.