"Good. I think seventy years of waiting is long enough." Maybe that will convince him, the ring becoming binding and permanent, a contract between them to never be apart again - or at least as far as they can help it with their lives and the constant dying and coming back to life that had been an issue even before they'd ever come to Panem.

Not the most romantic thought, though, so he keeps it to himself.

The German plants another kiss to the side of his fiance's head, gently coaxing him to lay down. "Get a little more sleep. The pills should help break the fever for good, but you still need to rest. We'll move in a few hours."