Lorne frowned at her response but basically ignored it. She bravely held her breath and leaned down to organize more effectively, no longer gripping her ribs in pain. She squatted on the ground carefully, and shoved four crates of blankets and sheets together in a row against a wall near the door. The she eased up slowly and opened the boxes, took a thick wool blanket and several sheets and closed it again, cloths in hand. She then laid the wool and cotton over the wooden row of crates neatly, and limped over to where Sophie was laying. She grabbed the girl by her foot and dragged her roughly across the floor, picking up a pillow in the process.
“Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.”
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