"Patch them?" Roland shakes his head, turning and trying to pull the other man's body along with him, wanting to stretch out on his side and pull the Signless down and stretched out close beside. Stretching out on this bed is always easy, even for him; it is soft and clean and plenty long enough. Panem is a land which likes to treat its prisoners well.

"Who can do that? Can any man? No, only stay. Stay with me. I saw you die and thought you gone from me for ever, and now you're here. You're warm and alive and I can feel your arms around me. For tomorrow, survive. Survive and come back to me and, for tomorrow, that will be enough. For tonight, Signless, only lay here a while. Remind me what it feels like to set your heart in someone else's hands. That will patch the parts of me which truly need the work. For tonight, that will do me well enough."