He fell into an easier slumber than he had for weeks, his hands chained yet not to anything solid. He normally would have demanded that someone did, but even if they had light... he was sure there was no place for that along the smooth walls of their temporary prison. The only other thing in here was Katniss.

Her soothing nature was enough for him tonight when his mind was already so confused, but once he fell asleep his own nightmares took over. He didn't like sleeping. It was the one place he had the least control over what he saw and felt, and even her presence in the real world did not help. There was still so much space between them and it would take a long time to fill it up with the love he once held for her.