Somewhere in the midst of what had to be madness, those little sobs manage to puncture through, and her motions stop immediately because somehow, Katniss realized that she was hurting him. She had to be, even if he wasn't saying anything about it. A muted noise, the closest thing to an apology she's capable of right now escapes from her lips.

Instead of hitting him, her fingers curl around his shoulders - not tightly, but an anchoring touch. Something to keep her mind from reeling like it so obviously wants to. "Make it stop," she finally whispers, sounding small and plaintive and altogether almost like a child. Katniss Everdeen had once brought an entire country to revolution. Control, especially over herself and her own emotions was something she used to prize.

"Make it stop hurting. Please," it's an impossible request, and she knows it given the way that her face crumples and her head drops.