Jason coughs a wet laugh against her hair and just holds on. "Beat you to it," he says, shifting on the forest floor. It might be sense memory for any other person, but Jason isn't a child who was rocked, and the way he gathers her up, his movements so slight they're almost not there at all, is purely instinct.

"Been there and back again, Katniss," he says, cheek to her hair, talking to set them apart, to make them more than how half the island must see them, two hurt animals in the woods, "I'll break your curse."