His last memory of her had been separating to try and break out of the Quarter Quell arena, how both of them had been hesitated to be separated. There was a sudden flash as everything began to fall apart and the chaos had left him scrambling to find her. Not long after, he pulled himself out of the fountain, confused and extremely disoriented. He didn't know yet about what Snow meant to do with him or that he was even captured. He had only known that he had to find Katniss.

Now that he had, and had several weeks to reassure himself of her safety, he could at least attempt to settle into the village. But no matter his attempts, it was still off putting to be so close to a mutt and to not have to run for his life. "He seems friendly enough."

He glanced up into the canopy of trees, the sun bright and burning against his eyes. He shielded them, unable to tell the difference of whether it was artificial or real. "I don't think this arena has a force field." He couldn't say why exactly he believed it, but it didn't feel the same as the rest. "I don't know what's keeping us here, but it's not a force field."