Star woke up hungry and a bloody mess. She knew she could travel to the stream to wash herself again, but what was the point? She knew there was nothing worthwhile in that direction. And besides, the blood would probably scare nervous, tired tributes like that farmer boy. She yawned, standing up and dusting the leaves off her blood-splattered clothing and messy hair. Once, she might have made sure that she looked perfect, but now it didn't matter. She could look good when she won. She could smell good when she won. For now, it was time to find Xino.