Peeta's evident surprise startles her in turn. Is it really such a shock for him? It might not be fair, for several reasons: it's not his fault he looks so much like Edgar, and it's selfish of her to be so afraid of losing him when the possibility of either of them going home still (literally) hangs over their heads. She wants that for herself, she can't begrudge him the same.

But Manhattan isn't the safest of places, and there are worse ways to lose folk. Little copper lights snuff out in her mind every day. The two-leggers she's befriended - they're the ones who're supposed to stay.

She can see her own worries and uncertainties reflected back at her in Peeta's expression. It's strangely reassuring. After a moment's hesitation, she takes his hand, lacing her fingers through his. "We're all right," she says, her voice low and steady.