'New leg?' I say, and I can't help reaching out and pulling the bottom of Peeta's pants. 'Oh, no,' I whisper, taking in the metal-and-plastic device that has replaced his flesh.
'No one told you?' asks Caesar gently. I shake my head.
'I haven't had the chance,' says Peeta with a slight shrug.
'It's my fault,' I say. 'Because I used that tourniquet.'
'Yes, it's your fault I'm alive,' says Peeta.
'He's right,' says Caesar. 'He'd have bled to death for sure without it.'
I guess this is true, but I can’t help feeling upset about it to the extent that I’m afraid I might cry and then I remember everyone in the country is watching me so I just bury my face in Peeta’s shirt. It takes them a couple of minutes to coax me back out because it’s better in the shirt, where no one can see me, and when I do come out, Caesar backs off questioning me so I can recover.
Hunger Games, ch27
I think it’s interesting that Katniss hardly cries for anything, but here, where she finds out about Peeta’s leg, she can barely contain it in front of Panem.
It also makes me think of “You’re a painter. You’re a baker…” and she dives into her tent before she does “something stupid like cry.”