There was honestly no telling if there were cameras in the tree, but she was almost certain that there were. Which would mean that all of Panem had just witnessed what was meant to be their moment, their time together before the end. Because it most certainly would be their end, whether or not one of them won. That was the point, wasn't it? That only one could survive. Whatever had sparked in training camp and caught fire in the arena would be smothered just as quickly as it had begun.
Hence the "private moment" in the cluster of trees. It still technically was searching for firewood and scouting for a place to sleep that night, distractions aside. Not to mention that if it aired it might boost the sponsorships, another group of lovers in the arena, this one more dangerous and forbidden than star-crossed.
But that was another one of their things. Dangerous, between Cato's lethal talents and her charming way of making people forget how she could handle a weapon until it was protruding from their side. Forbidden, because, well, how could it not be? From different districts, enemies, gunning for the life of the other for their own survival.
What if they became the last two left? Not only would the Game turn ugly, but what if they couldn't bear to hurt the other? It wasn't an ending either of them could manage and one that the Game Makers would never encourage. Someone had to win and nothing could put a stop to that.
So for now, and probably forever, a private-as-possible moment in a cluster of trees that was probably seen by the entirety of Panem would have to do. Because the first and last of their moments would need to last the rest of their remaining life times.