Peeta glances up, a little dazed from focusing on his drawing. The squirrel is still in Daine's hand, but from the way it's flicking its tail, it seems healed. He smiles faintly as he watches it devour the nut it's holding.

It takes a moment for Peeta's brain to catch up to the question Daine asks. "No, I -" He pauses, uncertain himself, and checks his watch. "No, not hours. Almost an hour, I think?"

He realizes his leg is asleep where Sarge is laying on it, and gently nudges him off so he can give the leg a shake.