Once the doors of the elevator parted and revealed their suite, it finally felt like the night had come to an end. Prim couldn't say that the Ball had been consistently impressive, and she was still worried about what would happen to Johanna, and thinking of the truth that the older woman had spoken. The Games were closing in on them and tomorrow, they would have to go back to training, preparing to fight for their lives. The brightest spot of the night had been every moment that she spent with Gale, and she was thankful that he was there with her because he was a constant reminder of home, and all of the good things that the future could hold. Prim really did love him, and even if she couldn't say it yet—wouldn't until they were safe—she hoped that Gale knew how she felt about him. It wasn't every day that she wanted to plan a future. 

“She'll probably be taking it easy like some of the others” Prim laughed. Many of the tributes had overdone it that night, but Prim couldn't really blame them when so many drinks had been passed around and shoved into their hands by creepy people like Daviod or Sindy. She hoped that no one had managed to get caught up with those two. Mostly, she was just happy that she hadn't done anything to make District 12 look bad and she hoped that she and Gale mingling had helped Peeta, even in a small way.

The Penthouse was quiet, and Prim assumed that Katniss and Haymitch were either asleep or still downstairs. She didn't think that anything was going on, or that they were more than just friends, but that was only because Prim couldn't manage to think about her sister and the older man as having anything more than a platonic relationship. She let Gale walk her back to her room, although she wasn't ready to end the night all together. Even if there was training in the morning, Prim had gotten used to falling asleep with Gale and she hoped that wouldn't have to change anytime soon.

“Are you sure?” she asked, smiling as she opened her door and lead him inside. “Are you still going to think I'm cute when we're in the arena and I'm dirty?” She would have thought that Gale would be cute like that, and she had seen him come in from a morning of hunting covered in mud and wearing a tired smile; he looked best when he was in his own element. “But speaking of the dress,” she said turning her back to him, “will you unzip me?” She moved her hair out of the way, exposing the zipper in the back. There was no way she would have been able to get it on her own.