It’s only before this Games that things went back to this, that Katniss had been okay with needing comfort from me. Even with that it’s a surprise, because here in the Arena things are different and it’s all for the cameras.
 
Only I don’t think we’re in the Arena anymore. I wrap my arms around her, I breathe in with my face tucked into her hair. She’s real, this is real and I don’t know what’s happening.
 
What I know is that I’m here, and she is and there’s no hovership trying to take me away. I can’t see the horn or the jungle or any of it.
 
But I can see her. I can feel her here in my arms.

“Katniss,” I say, not wanting this moment to end. “I’m freezing.”