She couldn't help the laugh that came out. Tim. He was here. There. He was there and he was alive! It had been hard doing this and not knowing what was going on with him. The all too few glimpses she'd been given on the scattered screens were agony. Every night she looked up at images of Tributes flashed in the sky, not sure if she wanted to see him there or not. At least if he'd been there she'd have known he was safe in the Capitol. Seeing him here now was better. Almost.

The bars that separated them were wedged deep into the cave floor, but she still gave them a little shake.

"Timmy. You're looking worse for wear." She smiles. She smiles because she is happy to see him. That doesn't mean the smile reaches her eyes. She too is worn down. Her light pink hair is in a braid now, but that's the only part that looks decent. Still, she's a live which means something.

"I'd kiss you but I bet you have horrible desert breath."