ing； almost all the swelling in my leg was gone。〃
He doesnˇt seem angry about my tricking him； drugging him； and running off to the feast。 Maybe Iˇm just too beat…up and Iˇll hear about it later when Iˇm stronger。 But for the moment； heˇs all gentleness。
¨Did you eat？〃 I ask。
¨Iˇm sorry to say I gobbled down three pieces of that groosling before I realized it might have to last a while。 Donˇt worry； Iˇm back on a strict diet；〃 he says。
¨No； itˇs good。 You need to eat。 Iˇll go hunting soon；〃 I say。
¨Not too soon； all right？〃 he says。 ¨You just let me take care of you for a while。〃
I donˇt really seem to have much choice。 Peeta feeds me bites of groosling and raisins and makes me drink plenty of water。 He rubs some warmth back into my feet and wraps them in his jacket before tucking the sleeping bag back up around my chin。
¨Your boots and socks are still damp and the weatherˇs not helping much；〃 he says。 Thereˇs a clap of thunder； and I see lightning electrify the sky through an opening in the rocks。 Rain drips through several holes in the ceiling； but Peeta has built a sort of canopy over my head an upper body by wedging the square of plastic into the rock above me。
¨I wonder what brought on this storm？ I mean； whoˇs the target？〃 says Peeta。
¨Cato and Thresh；〃 I say without thinking。 ¨Foxface will be in her den somewhere； and Clove 。 。 。 she cut me an then 。 。 。〃 My voice trails off。
¨I know Cloveˇs dead。 I saw it in the sky last night；〃 he says。 ¨Did you kill her？〃
¨No。 Thresh broke her skull with a rock；〃 I say。
¨Lucky he didnˇt catch you； too；〃 says Peeta。
The memory of the feast returns full…force and I feel sick。 ¨He did。 But he let me go。〃 Then； of course； I have to tell him。