She goes with her, looking over the plants, answering the ones she could. As they went she became more animated, and more herself. She wasn't being told she's too stupid or too primitive to be of use, she was actually proving that maybe she could be helpful, and she was learning, and she liked learning and liked helping.

She liked the scents, the feel of her plants. It reminded her of being home, but in a good way, sorting through what Katniss brought, consulting the big book, trying to rouse her mother, and sometimes succeeding, and then working with her. Knowing that what she was doing would help make someone feel better.

She was being more herself, the more she got lost in the plants, and spending time with these two women. She could almost believe Katniss was just taking a nap, or out with Gale in the woods for a second round, or trading. It felt like all the best parts of being home.

Her stomach growled softly as she worked. For the first time in a while, her appetite was waking back up, she was waking back up. And being so close to plants that could be used for cooking, as well as for medicine, was only making her more aware. But she didn't want to stop, and she'd worked through hunger before.