It's true that the idea of being alone in the dark, alone with her thoughts and nightmares is a terrifying prospect because Katniss doesn't know what she'll do anymore. Sometimes she thinks of it, Katniss can't lie - the purple nightlock pill sitting round in her hand. How she had thrown it into the sea on her second week here, under some notion that Prim would have wanted her to live. How it had taken every last shred of her will to do so.

Sometimes Katniss fixates on that moment but she doesn't quite know if she regrets it still.

She hesitates for a moment, apprehension lining a face that usually only displays boldness or a forced neutrality. Katniss nods once, after a minute or two of silence passes.