[ Anne resists the urge to curl her lips at Katniss calling the monstrous thing 'baby', instead keeping her expression placid while she watches. Realizing it might look weak to cower and let Katniss handle this alone, she forces herself to move closer again, stepping up behind the younger woman with the sharpest of eyes on the bird. It's hard not to let her breathing pick up at being forced to get near fire, still not completely over the phobia, but stubborn enough not to let it control her in the public eye.
Singing, at least, is something that she can do well. She gives Katniss the chance to lure the bird down with her soft words. Clasping her hands together beneath her chin almost as if saying a prayer, Anne makes sure she herself doesn't freeze up from her own fear before trying to incant an old lullaby she would often sing to Elizabeth; it's a romantic tale in French, one that ends in tragedy. But that's just par for the course with those songs, isn't it? ]
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Singing, at least, is something that she can do well. She gives Katniss the chance to lure the bird down with her soft words. Clasping her hands together beneath her chin almost as if saying a prayer, Anne makes sure she herself doesn't freeze up from her own fear before trying to incant an old lullaby she would often sing to Elizabeth; it's a romantic tale in French, one that ends in tragedy. But that's just par for the course with those songs, isn't it? ]