It took her a moment of seeing the blond boy across the room, something so familiar and yet so strange in this setting, for her brain to register that he was here, that he was alright.

"Excuse me..." She muttered, pushing past a pair of Tributes chatting, not caring that Effie would be rating her a 0 on the manners scale. Her heart was pounding, and she wanted to get close, to be sure he was real.

The sinking sick feeling when Prim had arrived was gone. Seeing him, there was just relief, that he was ok, that's they'd be in this together again.

"Peeta!"