I found her a few hours after all the cannons went off, covered in Tracker Jacker stings. It's a wonder she's still alive actually, and I can tell that she'll be out for a couple of days. I'm assuming the Tracker Jackers were the cause of the cannons, as I saw the Careers covered in them too.

I know how to help her, and I got the leaves to do it.

I glance around to check for people before creeping towards her, chewed leaves in hand. I carefully place them on her wounds, making a note to remove them before she wakes in a day or two.

And then I wait.

I can see her beginning to move, not fully conscious yet but she will be in a couple of hours. Or maybe even minutes. I've been waiting here for her to move, living off berries and roots, it's hard to swallow compared to the Capitol's food but beggars can't be choosy.

I dart forward and gather up the leaves, dumping them in a bush nearby. And then I move towards a tree, climbing up it to wait for her to wake.

She's really good with a bow. I've been following her for what might have been hours or minutes. It's hard to tell in the Arena. She got a rabbit and a groosling too, even though she got stung by what should be lethal numbers of Tracker Jackers! She's just lucky she pulled out the stings or it would have been even worse.

She's settled down now, and started a fire to cook her food.

The smell is overwhelming. I haven't had cooked meat since the Capitol, and roots don't taste the same. I don't think I've even eaten since I found her comatose in the clearing. I feel the urge to just run forward and ask for an alliance right now, but I don't know how she'd take it. I saw her shoot the rabbit with such ease, and I'd be an even easier target.

She might not want an alliance anyway, and then what would she do? Kill me probably.

I shift my positioning behind the bushes I was hiding in, trying to dispel the hunger that makes my stomach ache.

And a twig *snaps* so loud it makes me think of explosions.

She turns towards the bush I'm hiding in, holding the bow up to point at me. I begin to breathe quickly.

'I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die'

But then she grins, and puts her bow down.

'Wait, what?'

I'm half-convinced it's a trap, or maybe she's still hallucinating from the Tracker Jacker stings. If she is I could just sneak away.

Then she speaks, and I feel my heart pumping like a drum. But the words she says aren't taunts or threats. What she says makes me fill with hope.

"You know, they're not the only ones who can form alliances."