Her standard of education isn't something that's occurred to her as a privilege, and she instantly reddens, not quite able to meet Temple's gaze. She didn't like such disparity between the Districts there, surely carefully coordinated by the Capitol to broaden the differences between them instead of giving them common ground against their common enemy. An enemy to whom both the women here had submitted, she reminded herself.

"There's not much work in Seven for children who aren't old enough to swing an axe, so they stay in the schoolhouse until then." She supposed in a manufacturing District such as Eight, there was always work for those small enough to fit between the machinery, something she didn't want to think about too much. "But there's always opportunity in the Capitol. If you wanted, I could--" she breaks off, the offer genuine but not wanting to insult her or think she was taking pity on her.