"No, nothing too terrible," she says reassuringly. Most of the creatures who meet her in the Ramble aren't in very bad shape, by virtue of the fact that they can make it there at all. "Only three today. That's not bad at all compared to how it was when I first got here."

At the brisk pace Daine's set, it doesn't take too long to reach the Ramble. The goose is closest, and Daine leads Peeta some ways off the path until she finds the bird behind a tree, up the hill from the lake.

The goose lets out a soft, alarmed hiss at the sight of Peeta and the dogs, but Daine speaks to it soothingly. "It's all right. They're friends. No one's going to hurt you." She passes Peeta Sarge's leash, then picks her way closer to the goose and sits down a few feet away from it. "Why don't you let me have a look?"

Just keep those dogs back, the goose requests, giving Sarge in particular a mistrustful look. Then it rises to its feet and crosses to Daine, limping noticeably. Daine winces in sympathy, then gently gathers the bird into her lap.

She glances back at Peeta as she strokes the bird's neck feathers. "It'll be a little while."