Daine shifts when Peeta stands, wondering if he's about to go bolting down the hall and waking everyone. Not that it would necessarily help much; most of the rifties in the city aren't living down in the base. Maybe he's thinking along the same lines, because he sits back down a moment later.

"I don't know," she says, reaching out to rest a steadying hand on his shoulder. "Maybe." There's no telling for certain just how long these things last in reality, but considering how long she was asleep before she woke up, and how many hours seemed to pass in the dream, it seems likely to her that if it is a rift thing, it's still going on.

"We could sleep in shifts," she suggests, pulling her hand back and clenching them both in her lap. "Then if one of us started getting fitful, the other could wake 'em up."