She lets out a small laugh, affectionately nuzzling the side of his face. "I suppose you'll be stuck with me, then." Though a thought crosses her mind which sours the pleased little tingle that settled in her stomach, when he said he wouldn't leave her side.

"Though they may separate us. I got the impression that the people here don't like their Tributes mingling across Districts." Which still seems absurd to her. Why place people who all come from the same place in different Districts if you're going to throw a fit when they rely on that familiar bond?