Emily shakes her head rapidly, though stops when she realises how much doing so makes it pound. "No, no Jason, he-- he delivered me back right on the dot." In some ways she wished he had kept her longer, even if it had prolonged her ordeal, so that she could complain about a grievance related to this that the Capitol would view as legitimate. She feels a tremendous surge of gratitude toward Jason well up in her again, though her expression remains worried. "I don't want you to get in trouble on my behalf. It's enough that you've done all this. More than enough."

She picks up the pyjamas he's laid out for her and retreats to her room to change, emerging a few minutes later with her eyes red from crying, holding out the revealing clothes she'd worn for the evening out as though they were contaminated. "Can we really burn them? Mr Falxvale has rules about open flames."