Peeta took a few glances at Katniss every now and then, knowing exactly how she was feeling. He could imagine her pain was worse too, possibly blaming herself for all this to begin with. He wished there was a way he could convince her that this rebellion was a long time coming, but that conversation would be saved for later. There was too much to focus on now of varying importance.

The best he could do was not let go, though at Delly's whisper he had to wonder what exactly she meant. The food didn't exactly look like the most gourmet meal in the world, but anything would do for now.

"As long as it's hot."