[She can't imagine it. To feel that heat. That heat that's so much like being on fire, that's so much like the explosions in the square. She couldn't deal with it. Couldn't deal with it at all.

And she remembers Rick's own aversion to fire. The way he was so cautious around their campfire when she cooked him lunch. He has bad experiences, too. And maybe his scars aren't as outward as hers but they're there.

Damn Gamemakers.]

Something happened to this other girl. She was shortened, less than a foot high. But it didn't last long. At least, I don't think it did.