Daine slowly gets to her feet, curiosity getting the better of her. She sidles up to her door, stopping a couple of feet away from Peeta and looking at the ward. She doesn't know about any other universe's magic, so it's impossible for her to be impressed on that front. But it's clear in the neat lines and steady curves how much… how much care Peeta's taken with it, to get it right.

She ought to thank him. It's only polite. But when she turns to face him, her throat seems to close around the words, almost as if the Graveyard Hag had silenced her. She struggles for a moment, but she can't do it, she can't thank him for what he's done.

For the first time in three days, she wishes she could.

"I'm sorry," she finds herself saying - sobbing, almost, and she pulls in an unsteady breath. "Peeta, I'm sorry."