She lets the topic drop at that, not really interested in discussing it further. She's quiet for several minutes, just content to feel his solid form pressed against her, the steady rise and fall of his chest under her arm reassuring her that he's here and okay. She feels more at peace now than she has since arriving in this Maker-forsaken place.

"Have you ever left the Tribute Center?" she asks after the stretch of silence, the thought bubbling up among all the others rolling around in her mind.