"Not exactly the date in the mountains I promised you," Leo knew these mountains as intimately as his family home, every rock and every ledge etched into his history. He's fed well, and he's known in the District to have supplies. But he also knows that the Capitol is keeping an eye out on other assets, far more important than a crippled trainer turned soldier.

It's enough of a window for Cora to put his spear on the ground, "We haven't danced since that ball, but not quite the mood I was hoping for." He's not here to fight, not even for this farce of a war. "Are you all right?" Aw Leo does care.