Peeta answers quietly, as if the words will actually matter more that way. "Sometimes it hurts. I don't know how to describe it. It just hurts, and I know that the pain is below my thigh, but I can't fix it. It's not chafing, because I'd notice, but it just...hurts."

Peeta rubs the stump a little self-consciously. "I don't take it off to sleep. It doesn't bother me, or my fiancee to sleep with, so I just leave it." He's not sure why it doesn't bother him - some fantastically amazing modern Capitol advancement, maybe