— ZORYN —
I've washed all my wounds, and I'm nice and clean now. I didn't bother to dress them because most of them are going to heal up on their own within a few hours, and I don't mind having some badass scars left behind.
I'm wearing another of my old tank tops, but it still fits weirdly with my chest being free, and I'm so not used to it. It feels like it got three inches shorter, so now my midriff is slightly exposed. My belly button hasn't gotten this much sun in a long time.
At least my pants still fit the same; I have that to be grateful for. Hopefully I don't have to get rid of too much of my wardrobe when I get home… mostly because I only have, like, five things I wear, and it'll be a travesty trying to adjust to a lot of new things at once.
Roan and I are, as no one could have guessed, on our way to where the feast is going to be held. Roan is mid-rant about how unfair it is that champions don't get double food privileges when I hear hurried footsteps behind us.
