She put her hands on his. Her mouth was in a thin line, tense from the knowledge that she was going to watch him die. "Let me help you," she said.

She only had feelings of friendship for him. Her heart was still too preoccupied to allow for anything else, but there was still something very intimate about helping him out of the extra clothes.

"Did they tell you what the poison was? It's possible the antidote is in the Arena. Perhaps in some of the sweets?"