The chair scrapes closer and his hand finds the bony bulb of her knee. It's something to hold onto. He groans softly and presses his nose into the pillow. He shifts against the matress, feels the bandages pull around his ribs.

"Where's your Mom?" he asks. He's bandaged; there's only one place you'd go in the Seam to get that. There's only one place Katniss would ever have brought him. "The kids aren't here, are they?"