"You're pretty good at that all by yourself." Seeing as she had kept not only herself alive to make it out of the arena but Peeta too. Twice, even. It's hard enough to do once. He knows, all too well.

He knows that there's a building here that some call a hospital, and that there are some who work there, providing aid to those who need it. Their abilities might be closer to Katniss' mother's skills than Katniss' more limited skills, but he doesn't know them. For all he knows, they're working for the Capitol.

He presses the palms of his hands against his eyes. Part of the reason for coming to the hot springs had been to try and get some relief, but it hasn't helped much so far. "It's just headaches now." And the nightmares, but he'd have those anyway.