Daine does a double-take when Peeta offers to just give it to her. For a moment, it's as if she's thirteen again and Numair is presenting her with her first anatomy book. In Tortall, most of the 'art' that normal folk have is simple and functional - like a nicely decorated pot or carvings on the lintel. Or it might double as a toy, like a clay horse or the wooden puppets her grandfather had carved and strung together for her.

But this - a drawing that only exists for its own sake, and one so masterfully done - that's the sort of thing only rich folk can afford. It's good enough to be framed in a palace or something (presuming anyone would want a picture of a girl holding a squirrel on their wall). She's come a long way since Snowsdale, in more ways than one, but as she stares down at the drawing, she finds herself unable to entirely dismiss the thought that it's too good for the likes of her.

She shakes her head, not denying the offer, but not quite believing it, either. "No one back home would just... give something like this," she says, worrying her still wrapped granola bar between her fingers.