You're goddamn right I worry, he thought, but didn't voice it aloud. There wasn't any point to it, especially not now that he'd found her again. It was easier to fall into his usual gruff sort of persona - they both knew how to do that, how to banter and bicker and work together like that without too many feelings getting in the way.

The feelings could remain unspoken, at least for now.

"What kinda supplies're they sendin'?" he asked curiously. He was still working through all of this new information, after all. Tributes, and games, and fights to the death for an audience.