Daine's had her fair share of odd dreams, mostly thanks to the efforts of the Graveyard Hag or, more recently, the rift. Dying in a dream is new, though, and it pains her to think that it happens to Peeta all the time. For a moment, she remembers the bog, the mud pulling and pressing on her, and her pulse quickens under his fingertips. Then she takes a breath and deliberately pushes the memory away. Just a dream.

She releases the breath, then shifts her focus to Peeta's hands. "We ought to do something about those," she says, giving his shoulders a gentle squeeze before releasing them so she can take one of his hands in hers and more closely inspect the damage, holding it in the light from the hallway. It mostly looks like friction burns from the bedsheets, but there are a few small cuts that could do with being cleaned and bandaged.