"Okay," Daine agrees. She doesn't much want to end up back in the arena, but better her than him, as far as she's concerned. If she does end up back in the nightmare, she can just stay on the beach - and if she sees any tidal waves, she'll take bird shape. It won't be pleasant, but she thinks she knows enough now to live through it.

"I'm sure I'll be fine," she adds as she scoots back toward the wall and lies down. Molly stretches out alongside her with a sigh of contentment, tail thumping against the sheets. "And if I get upset, the dogs will be able to tell for certain."

Not just the dogs, Shadow says with a faint trace of resentment as he leaps down from the desk and onto the bed. He kneads Peeta's pillow for a moment, leaving behind a few paw-sized dents before clambering over Daine and curling up in the crook of her knees.

Yes, you too, Daine replies before shutting her eyes. She can feel Shadow purring - no hard feelings, it seems - and Molly's familiar form beside her. Perhaps its not surprise that she ends up relaxing despite the threat of a continuing nightmare.