It was hard to be overly concerned with appearance back home. District 12 didn't have much of anything, and the last thoughts on anyone's mind was their hair, or their clothes, or the dirt on their face. It was true that Prim now had it much better thanks to Katniss, but the blonde girl wasn't going to think twice about how she looked once the Games actually got started. There would be no comforts in the arena, which was an advantage over the more pampered, flashy Districts like 1 and 4, whose tributes always looked their best. She hoped that Gale knew she had only been joking, teasing him a little. Very briefly, she wondered if he had only started to notice her after the Capitol had cleaned her up.

Logic said that Gale wasn't that shallow, and Prim reminded herself that he had been paying more attention to her for months before they ended up in their current state. After all, he had made her that token and she had looked the same as she always had when he gave it to her. Sometimes, it was hard for her not to be insecure because she wasn't used to so much attention from a boy that she actually cared for. Prim knew that she shouldn't think about it much more, and banished the thoughts from her mind when Gale set his hand on her shoulder after agreeing to help with her dress.

The request had been innocent enough, and there was no way that Prim could have possibly reached the zipper on her own. She shivered slightly as the cool air in the room hit her bare back, and then clutched the front of the dress to chest before turning around. “You can stay,” she said, “unless you want to sleep in your own bed?” Which was fine with Prim, she didn't need Gale to be around her all the time, but she had gotten used to falling asleep and waking up with him. It was nice, a source of comfort when things got to be too much, or she thought about the uncertainty of the future for far too long.

“I'm just going to change,” she said, and moved over to the dresser. She selected something quickly, a pair of shorts and a tank top, which was just enough for the warm blankets that the Capitol had provided. After, the blonde dashed out of the room to the bathroom to change, and wash her make up off. She was a little sad to see it go since the stylists had worked so hard on it, but Prim didn't want to deal with trying to scrub it off in the morning before training. 

After getting dressed and cleaned up, Prim came back into the room with her dress folded over her arm. The gold frock was too pretty to just dump on the floor, so she grabbed a hanger from the rack in the wardrobe and hung it up, sure that the Avoxes would come by and do something with it. Obviously, it wasn't something to keep.