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âWiress!â Laelâs face brightened and she hopped up from the couch towards the Three mentor. Sheâd forgotten just how nice and lovely Wiress was, and perhaps distance made the heart grow fonder but the victor was always very nice to her.
She reached her arms out, then paused, remembering that Wiress had particular preferences towards things that Lael didnât usually think about. âDo you mind if I hug you? Iâve missed you.â
The day had been long with all of the paperwork to do for Max and Briella, and to see a face that wasnât just interested in seeing her for the sake of meeting someone that had been on television before was incredibly refreshing. And Wiress was just about the last person that would bother talking with her about the Birchelor or any kind of reality-television-related subject. At least Lael figured not.
Wiress smiled warmly, her eyes softening as Lael asked for permission to hug her. Sheâd come a long way since first joining the Tower as an escort, and Wiress could not be more proud.
âOf course you can. Thank you for asking.â It really did mean a lot. Capitolites especially seemed to struggle with the concept of boundaries, especially with their victors. Apparently winning the Hunger Games meant people could reach out and touch her whenever they wanted.
âHowâs Two treating you?â she asked. âI know Echo thinks highly of Fell Vasile, but Iâve barely spoken to him in years.â













