For a few moments she stays crouched low to the ground, her only concession to her belated freedom a slight shift to get her paws beneath her again. Then, she pushes herself upright, bones and muscles aching. It's with no small amount of bitterness that she realizes Peeta got his dratted wish. She isn't in any shape to fight anyone, now; she's used up too much of herself trying to get away from him.

But she can still do right by her friends. There's no threat of stormwings, here, but she won't… she can't just leave them out here for someone else to find. She'll bring them home back. She has strength enough for that.

It's without any feline grace that she approaches the bodies, her movements stiff and sore. She can't bear to do more than glance at Almondine as she slowly walks past - Almondine who was so clever, and so good, and who Daine failed so completely. When she reaches Edgar, she sits down heavily by his side. This close, it's clear that there was nothing gentle about his death, however it looked from a distance. Reaching out a paw, she carefully wipes away the blood streaking his jaw, where the thing had grabbed him.