When the Moon Playlist: Þú ert sólin (You are the sun)
I’m fumbling blindly in the niches, my fingers seeking thin, pilled wool, when a hand at my shoulder turns me about and I am enveloped in a cloud of soft fur, so heavy that I sink beneath its weight and fall against a broad chest.
I don’t need to see to know who holds me. Honey and cream and cloves, musk and warm wool and goose roasted with cranberries. I bury my face in the scents I never thought I’d breathe again and whimper with both grief and hope, grasping handfuls of the sweater beneath my fingers. “I’m sorry,” I gasp through my tears. “I’m so sorry. I should –”
“Shh,” Peeta murmurs against my brow, his strong hands on either side of me, cradling me to him with his precious bearskin. “Don’t leave me, Katniss. Please don’t go.”
“I can’t…” I choke, and he turns his face a little, nuzzling my temple with his cheek. I lean into the caress, like a lynx kit at the affectionate stroke of its mother’s tongue, and Peeta draws me closer still.
~ Chapter 11, “Scarlet Ribbons”