watching finley die was one of the hardest things allegra had to do. in fact, she didn’t, she could barely keep her eyes on the viewing screen when it was happening, so she didn’t really count that as watching it at all. the people around her in the viewing room all directed their attention towards her while it was happening, all wanted to watch the reaction of the new escort from ten as she watched the last of her first tributes die.
allegra didn’t give them a reaction, she gave them a stone cold face and a quivering lip, as she walked calm and collected out of the room.
she did not talk to anyone else for the day after that, stayed in her room to collect her thoughts and emotions, but in hour twenty seven of sulking, she realized there was someone else nearby who may need some support more than her.
so, she rallied temporarily, enough to make some hot chocolate in their kitchen, plopped about ten mini marshmallows in the mug, and walked over to birch’s room, lightly tapping on the door. as she finished knocking, she slid a handwritten note under the door, with the words it’s allegra, i have hot chocolate and a really soft blanket. let me know if you want some company right now.
with that, she waited outside for a bit to see if he’d open the door. // @birchpembrooke