He wasn't giving her any response. A worse sign that she thought, and she gave up on trying to stop the bleeding from his wounded arm, dropping the scrap of her shirt to take his hand in both of her smaller ones as she glanced back quickly over one shoulder. The cameras were probably eating this up - the thought occurred to her in a flicker of a moment, quickly ignored again.

"Eliot, don't worry. It won't be much longer. Then you'll be okay again, back in the Capitol," she murmured softly, the words meant for no one but him.