Éowyn found a horse in the first week, and has, if anything, grown complacent since then. It's easy to fall into a sense of safety with her own hall and a mount, with a sword at her side and easy meat - even if the hall is empty, the mount ill-trained, the sword of foreign make and the meat from animals she doesn't always recognise. Still, she has become comfortable, her hardship less hard to deal with here than in the Capitol, if anything.

Seeing Bacopa shakes up the routine. She sees her in the mountains, on one of her daily reconnaissance sweeps. Éowyn is tall, mounted, and keen-eyed, and will see Bacopa before the girl sees her; it takes all her willpower not to spur her horse into a gallop, knowing that will only frighten the District girl away.

Instead, she eases from a trot into a walk, keeping one hand on the reins and the other in the air, well away from the sword at her hip or the crossbow on her back. Her eyes stay on Bacopa, watching for where she may hide.

"I mean no harm," she says, as she draws near enough to be heard. "What I said when we met before still holds. I have shelter, and water, and meat; will you not join me, child?"