He sounds a little like a girl. That's the first thing Katniss thinks, but she's also drawn to it somehow. There's something about his voice that she can't quite pin down, something that soothes her - clear and high and sounding nothing like her father's but reminding her of him all the same.

But the song is sad. That much she can discern from the soft, wistful tone of it and the words that she can make out. It tugs at something in her, and that's frightening - Katniss blames it on the music, and that's precisely why she's avoided it for so long.

She waits until his song has drifted into silence - she waits a few very long moments.

"I thought you told me to sing happy songs," Katniss mutters, knees drawn up to her chest, chin resting on the jutting bones there.