Peeta watches in bemusement as Daine and the small crowd disappear. He makes a mental note to ask Daine what exactly she did to break through his locked door when she gets back.

Following her suggestion, he clicks on his bedside lamp, inspecting his hands himself in the bright circle of light. They aren't as bad as he would have imagined from his struggles in the dream arena and that, more than anything, convinces him that the damage isn't from the dream itself. Still, the damage is more than might be expected from just flailing around in bed.

The hand he's examining curls into a fist as the memory of clawing at the hard ground courses through him, and Peeta forces the hand open again, pushing the memory away.

Something nudges his arm, and he looks down to find Molly at his side. The minute he lifts his arm out of the way, she drops her head in his lap and stares up at him with dark, solemn eyes.

"Hey, girl," he says softly, giving her a crooked smile. With gentle strokes, he runs his hand over her head, doing the same to Sarge with the other hand when he comes to lean against Peeta's other leg.