"That's sweet." An appropriate, he thinks. Prim makes him think of a flower, both delicate and apt at survival. "Back home, we've got some wild primrose that grows along the side of the roads before you get into the swampy areas. Ain't sure I've ever seen a Katniss flower. What's it look like?"

If he knew he was reminding her in any way of someone like Peeta, he'd definitely take that as a compliment. The bottom line is that he likes Prim too. She's so sweet and if he could make this world a better place for her, he would do it.

Prim seems all too aware of the harsher sides of life and Alcide doesn't like it. There's nothing he can do about what Prim has been through. But when she dips her head, he reaches out to place a firm hand on her shoulder, shakes his own head. "So we both have sour luck. Maybe we can turn that around here." He's working on it, in any case, him and Zee. "What happened is not okay. But maybe we can make what's comin' at us okay."

He has to ask about the second vision though. "Why... I don't understand what happened in the end." It's the best way he can ask about her death without coming right out and talking about it. It's striking, really, to know that he isn't the only dead person walking here.

Maybe he'd been holding his breath in seeing how Prim would react to his admission of being a wolf. It could go either way but he knows which way he wishes it would go. So when she says he's like Zee, he releases that held breath in a smirk and a nod. "Yeah. Kind of. I can't do magic, but I can shift into a wolf. I can hear, smell and see things differently than humans. I'm stronger... usually." It's been too long since he's been able to shift or to use any of these enhanced senses.

Alcide is quick to relieve her of this guilt. "No, sweetheart, it's okay. You saw what you saw and I saw some of your life. It was almost like I lived it. You deserve an explanation. And I'd rather you ask than worry or be afraid of me." He grins again. "I've never been one to avoid any elephants in the room."