"Good," Daine says, relaxing a little. It doesn't occur to her that her presence had anything to do with it; she's just glad he was spared any further time in the arena. "You earned something nice," she adds, the corners of her mouth turning upwards into a faint smile.

Molly, not wanting to be left out of the morning snuggles, rolls back onto her chest so she can wriggle up the bed and into Peeta's lap.