Normally, when Annie was afraid, she would count things, or just talk to Finnick, in order to distract her, but ever since the victors had been freed from the Capitol, she was utterly silent. They had checked her physical state at the hospital, but since she had been in a better shape than Johanna and Peeta, they had released her after 24 hours of observation. So she sat on the bed of her new quarters, staring at the wall, trying to adjust to a new life, with Finnick by her side. Annie was incredibly glad he was around now, but still the words hardly found a way over her lips. Even her mind was quiet now, in an unusual, collected way. No breakdown, no hysteric crying or waking up screaming. She hardly recognized herself and didn’t know if she was even more broken, or if her mental state had recovered to the degree where the torture of the Capitol had made her stronger, instead of tearing her apart completely.