Emily runs her thumb over the back of Beck's knuckles, breathing a heavy sigh as she shifts her position to relax next to her, resting her head on the other woman's shoulder. The fact that she'd come so quickly means she must have seen at least part of the broadcast, and even though Beck was around to remember her Games anyway, it still stings that someone she cares about could get that sort of up close look at her without her consent. She didn't see the exposé as anything but a reminder that the Capitol owned her.

"Thanks. We'll probably have to go to my room to drink it - Jason doesn't like alcohol around the suite."