There's little doubt in her mind that he's physically up to the task (though she is aware that folk from realms like this one aren't always keen on walking any great distance if they can help it). She just doesn't want to assume he won't get bored eventually, and doesn't want him to think she'd hold it against him if he did.

"There's about to be more of it, too," she says, returning his grin. She can feel Quickbeak and her flock not far off. The People are well aware of Daine's routine - and well aware that she usually doesn't have two-legger companions - and their curiosity is piqued. It isn't long before Quickbeak swoops down from a nearby tree and lands not on Daine's shoulder, but on Peeta's. The crow looks him over with keen-eyed interest, and Daine coughs to cover a laugh.

"Quickbeak, this is Peeta. Peeta, Quickbeak."