It is shameful, to run from what you do not want to face, but it is also instinctual on some levels. Arwen knows her way around a sword because her father taught her, but she is not a warrior. She heals, she supports, she knows her place in society as a non-combatant. That is not to say Arwen will not fight for what she believes it, it's just a different kind of fighting.

This kind turns her stomach, and she wants to believe that other tributes feel the same way. "It could be that they follow those who follow them. You resisted, and I ran, so perhaps they have found others."

The elf falls silent, watching his movements. It is only because she has seen others make the same gesture that she knows what to do. But it still takes a moment's hesitation before extending her own hand and curling her fingers around his carefully.

"Arwen of Rivendell, also of District Four. Well met, my lord."